Halloween Blog
Updated: Nov 1, 2021
'Little Red Riding Hood' by Daniel Schulz
Kiss me big bad wolf.
Bite me to death!
Let a meadow full of flowers be our bed,
the place where birds
watch us like torture porn
singing pop songs of urban crime.
Take a scalpel. Cut me open.
Don’t be worried.
I’ve got insurance.
And we have a crowd
to please.
You see:
It doesn’t matter
what you do to me.
What matters most
is a Happy End,
the essence
of this fairy tale.
Copyright. Daniel Schulz.
'Not Blood but Beer These Days' by Shane Blades
Halloween spreads its dismal dreaming over me
As I wander alone, lonely now
And am surely seduced
By the early hours of silence
That the evening darkly claims
As old Hessle’s streets shuffle
Into a narrowing now
Finding a finality of dead endings
Each miserable and colder than the last
Shrouded into the mists of the aeons
In a bleakness too long forgotten
And certainly not despaired of
Yet still emptied of any humanity
Where no person dare walk alone
On this moonless, airless, sinful night
But hey, where are all the spooks?
And their accompanying spookettes
Where are the longer undead
Unshriven and ungraved
Where is dead Harlequin and Columbine?
Where do these phant