Last night I went to a local event at the Commons At Calabasas. Presented at a Barnes & Noble in the San Fernando Valley!
Spotlight The Arts Foundation presents dramatic readings of Edgar Allan Poe’s works and other surprises at a free event on Sunday, October 23, 6:30 PM – 8:30 PM
What a wondrous event. It was fun. It was local and I won the costume contest. (I was the only one wearing one too) I was not expecting it nor had it entered my mind to win. I was just being myself as I always am….
A happy night for us… a random thing to do with my son before Halloween… I am so glad we went. To hear dramatic readings of Edgar Allan Poe was a live treat!
I don’t travel far these days to go to shows. I feel the need to support my local community. For years I have supported a wide range of events a far. Now I tend to enjoy my hometown very near.
Near the beginning of the Los Angeles river were I use to go dancing and drinking as a teenager, I now enjoy the shadowy delights of the few days before Halloween, with my son. What a treat!!
Oh Cenobites !!
dear Pinhead please cheer up!!
There are many others to disembowel and shock!!
I have not put your white
and bloody face upon mine,
nor have I hid,
embraced in your shadow,
this Halloween time!!
Yet Clive Baker is knowing,
and you repeats are showing,
inspiring the fear
that you so love to see.
I’ve shunned you,
Yes, I’ve looked the other way!!
The box is not lost,
there is still
of pleasure or pain to serve…
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance. – G.B. Shaw
My brother called to tell me mom passed. There were few tears to shed. A year before I shed my tears knowing that this day would come soon enough. Giving birth and waiting for death are so much alike in their ways. One waits and endures through the pain while caught in the eternity of this waiting. It passes. Human beings are born and then they die.
The funeral director was called by phone to come and receive my mother’s body in death. They arrived quickly. A gurney was brought into the house. The man asked if my father and I would like to join my brother downstairs.
“Many family members find it hard to witness their loved-one’s bodies being placed on a gurney.”
My father and I stayed. I watched as the mortician picked my mother up as a bride over the threshold. Her body hung down lifeless. A vivid image of Christ on the cross came to mind. Then she was placed on the purest white sheet I ever saw. Then they wrapped it round her. She was the center of a beautiful white Lilly. My father bent over and kissed her, I followed and kissed her, and he followed again. Then she was gone.