Tag: folk stories

  • nightmare fuel

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    grundylocks and grimley
    gone running through the green
    chasing after unicorns in
    the backyard of childhood dreams
    waving with their hacksaws
    and their axes and their gonnes
    grind a horn to tincture, say they
    to drink to gruesome songs

  • venus in firs

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    gather us now
    at fingerposts &
    streetlamps in the fir
    bone crunching the
    frostcrust snow
    under our woolen
    scarlet, some
    edges cut thin

    "how do you do?"
    "i am well, and you?"
    "fine, i couldn't
    be better."
    "it's cold, we should
    have a bit of tea."

    — and so forth
    and so on as the
    sleigh bells silver
    their ever closer in
    a pale empress coming
    could you not
    see all is well as
    might have been?

  • The White Reindeer

    I just streamed an interesting folk-horror film, White Reindeer. By today’s standards most people who hesitate to call it horror, but it is no less horror than some of the Universal Monsters movies we grew up watching at Saturday matinees at the local theater for $1 an afternoon. Maybe we’ll just call it macabre.

    Scene from "The White Reindeer" (1952), antlers buried in the snow drifts
    Scene from White Reindeer (1952)
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