A vigorous Boo to all of my loyal readers. I appreciate you all more than I can say, as far as you know. If you were here, I would give you a piece of candy and tell you to get the hell off my porch.
I kid. Be safe. And – especially if you’re back east in the deep snow – be warm.
Now if you want a little something scary – monstrous – for your All Hallows Eve, here’s a bit of poetry:
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter-bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.
– Stephen Crane