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By Bob W Christian They told you Halloween was candy and costumes Cartoon witches, plastic masks, porch lights. They lied. This is Samhain, the true night. Not a thin veil, but one that splits. Cracks like an old bone under a boot. Oozing time; bleeding memories; Spilling souls into your frosty breath. The dead don’t whisper tonight, They scream. They crawl through smoke, Rise from the ash of your grinning pumpkins Jack O’ Lanterns like corpses, Smiling with secrets. You left

By Ping Yee My feed fires up some bar-brawl clip or other: waistcoated middle-aged gent holding his palm over a lit candle, teaching some lout a lesson about pain, strength, or something; David Carradine watching on sagely. A flame’s blue heart whispers some thousand degrees C, cooler than the wellspring overhead, six thousand to fifteen million degrees; shafts of starlight marking me by my shadow on concrete. Stewing in umbra, my embers judged wanting while others’ ignite, s