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WHO LIVES IN THE ATTIC?

Here’s a creepy true tale, perfect for providing Halloween shivers. Shared to me by my daughter FleecySheep, it will make me a little more curious next time I hear the floors creak in an…empty… room. Enjoy the icy shivers!

Don’t forget to enjoy the rest of the October Frights Blog Hop. You can enter the giveaway here, see what books await you in the Book Fair here and visit the rest of the participating blogs on A.F. Stewart’s page here.

WATCH “UNQUIET HOUSE” BY LOSCHIAVO

Something wicked comes for a realtor trying to unload a dilapidated manor on a naïve, young couple. Turns out not everyone—actually no one—is being transparent… Enjoy listening to a reading of “Unquiet House” by LindaAnn LoSchiavo from A Route Obscure and Lonely (Wapshott Press). This beautiful reading is performed by Dylan Dagenais.

I’ve been curating the 2021 Halloween Poetry Page for the Science Fiction Poetry Association (SFPA) and “Unquiet House” was one of the many sent in. You can listen to “Samhain,” another poem written and performed by LindaAnn LoSchiavo there. Members of the SFPA are invited to submit their own spooky readings to be shared. See what’s been posted so far here.

And if you write speculative poetry and you aren’t a member, you might consider joining here.

On the Fifth Day of Halloween: Three Deaths

Ryan Aussie Smith

On the fifth day of Halloween my true love gave to me… a reading of “Three Deaths.” This is another written for Nina D’Arcangela‘s Ladies of Horror monthly photo prompt—I think her prompts inspire some of my best work. This one was written back in November 2018 and is included in my newest chapbook, Altars and Oubliettes, available on Amazon here.

Why did I write it? I had just read that in Mexican tradition, people die three deaths. The first is when the heart stops beating and the body grows cold. The second is when the body has returned to earth and ash. The third and final death is when no one is left that remembers your name.

Perhaps we’d all be a little friendlier if they sounded like this. This is “Three Deaths,” written by me and performed by Ryan Aussie Smith. Published in my newly released poetry chapbook Altars and Oubliettesavailable on Amazon here.

Three Deaths, written by Angela Yuriko Smith and performed by Ryan Aussie Smith
Music: Twelve Days Of Christmas by Alexander Nakarada
Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/5503-twelve-days-of-christmas
License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

You can find all the 13 Day recordings as they publish here.

On the Fourth Day of Halloween: Exquisite Corpse

Ryan Aussie Smith

On the fourth day of Halloween my true love gave to me… a reading of Exquisite Corpse. This was originally written for Nina D’Arcangela‘s Ladies of Horror monthly photo prompt back in August of 2018. It’s also included in my just released poetry chapbook Altars and Oubliettesavailable on Amazon here.

Why did I write it? The image is just a skeleton’s face close up. At the time I was putting together some exquisite corpse poems (find many of them here). Confusing, I know. This is not an exquisite corpse… just titled that. To make matters worse, I think I have a short story somewhere of the same title. I do like making the most of things.

This is “Exquisite Corpse,” written by me and performed by Ryan Aussie Smith. Published in my newly released poetry chapbook Altars and Oubliettesavailable on Amazon here.

Exquisite Corpse, written by Angela Yuriko Smith and performed by Ryan Aussie Smith

You can find all the 13 Day recordings as they publish here.

On the Third Day of Halloween: The Lady in Gray

Ryan Aussie Smith

On the third day of Halloween my true love gave to me… a production of “The Lady in Gray.” This was written for the recent Poetry in the Graveyard LIVE readings that Amy Zoeller and I did at Woodlawn Cemetery.

Why did I write it? This is my tribute (and bait) for local ghost legend Lady in Gray to pay us a visit. No one knows who she is, but after I had all the strange technical issues outside the Vaille Mausoleum, I suspect it may be Mrs. Vaille herself, also a local ghost legend. You can watch the video for that here.

If poetry makes good ghost bait, be assured I’ll be writing many more like this. This is “The Lady in Gray,” written by me and performed by Ryan Aussie Smith for Poetry in the Graveyard LIVE readings with Amy Zoeller (Hipness and Outrage).

The Lady in Gray, written by Angela Yuriko Smith and performed by Ryan Aussie Smith
Music: Twelve Days Of Christmas by Alexander Nakarada
Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/5503-twelve-days-of-christmas
License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

You can find all the 13 Day recordings as they publish here.

On the Second Day of Halloween: Digital Djinn

Ryan Aussie Smith

On the second day of Halloween my true love gave to me… a reading of “Digital Djinn.” This was just written this week for Nina D’Arcangela‘s Ladies of Horror monthly photo prompt so it isn’t included anywhere else.

Why did I write it? When you see the photo Nina sent, you’ll understand. A woman stands in a doorway looking back. There’s tech distortions across the image as if we see her on a screen. If you look close enough, you realize she’s floating in the shadows. I can imagine finding her trapped in a thumb drive on some dusty bookshelf… waiting for freedom.

This is “Digital Djinn,” written by me and performed by Ryan Aussie Smith.

Digital Djinn, written by Angela Yuriko Smith and performed by Ryan Aussie Smith
Music: Twelve Days Of Christmas by Alexander Nakarada
Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/5503-twelve-days-of-christmas
License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

You can find all the 13 Day recordings as they publish here.

On the First Day of Halloween: Sympathy for Monsters

Ryan Aussie Smith

On the first day of Halloween my true love gave to me… 13 recordings he produced of my poems. This is the first, and one of my favorites because he changes his voice up to match the three monsters in the poem.

Why did I write it? This was one of the responses I did for Nina D’Arcangela‘s Ladies of Horror monthly prompt group. The photo was of tentacles reaching up from a sewer cover. It occurred to me that our reaction to monsters is usually negative… but what if they just want to be friends?

Perhaps we’d all be a little friendlier if they sounded like this. This is “Sympathy for Monsters,” written by me and performed by Ryan Aussie Smith. Published in my newly released poetry chapbook Altars and Oubliettes, available on Amazon here.

Sympathy for Monsters, written by Angela Yuriko Smith and performed by Ryan Aussie Smith
Music: Twelve Days Of Christmas by Alexander Nakarada
Link: https://filmmusic.io/song/5503-twelve-days-of-christmas
License: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

You can find all the 13 Day recordings as they publish here.

Happy Neewollah!

My mind is blown!

Today I was going to post the poem I wrote for another project called Happy Neewollah and I decided to look up the pretend word neewollah, or Halloween backwards.

I almost lost it when I found out that there’s been an annual Neewollah Festival since 1919… and it happens in Independence, Kansas!

That is Kansas, not Missouri but I checked and this other Independence is only 3 hours away. I’m going to try and go this year, but if I can’t swing it this fast it’s on my calendar to go next year. Neewollah 2020 runs from October 23—31. You can read all about it here.

And now, for that silly poem.

Happy Neewollah!

Happy Neewollah!
May your pumpkins be merry
and your glowsticks bright.

Frolick in the fields
with your bobbing apple eggs
hunting leprechauns.

Wear your mistletoe.
No protection? No kissing
under the fireworks.

Taxes in July
while the shamrocks wilt away 
and the bunnies hide.

The turkeys this year
aren’t all birds on our tables—
some of them are us.

That’s 2020…
it’s been a Mad Hatter Year—
unprecedented.

This year is backwards.
It’s the first Halloween where
un-masked is scary.

Speaking of the Halloween Manson show…

20151031_173933Here’s a quick run down of the trip with photos…

The book signing went well. I really enjoyed my time with the folks at Southern Bound Book Shop—if you have a chance to visit Biloxi don’t forget to stop by this fantastic shop. Clean, well organized and everything a book store should be. Thank you to the staff there for letting me spend my Halloween afternoon with you!

The other reason I went to Biloxi was to see Marilyn Manson at the Hard Rock Cafe. Due to bad weather, I didn’t roll back into my town until 2 a.m. and I have two deadlines to meet so I won’t be elaborating too much. Here’s the highlights…

20151031_202605 cropManson wore a bowler hat early on in the show. His taste in hats was appreciated. He took it off and threw it into the crowd and it looked like it was coming right for me. As I reached up to catch it, a taller arm than mine snatched my gift away and then the entire area became a scrambling mini mosh pit as everyone fought for the hat.

I very nearly went down with the group and got caught in it but I managed to stagger out before it got bad. This is a lesson in Taoism—nothing is good or bad. I was momentarily disappointed not to catch the hat, but very glad not to suffer some of the punches and kicks delivered to whoever did.

20151031_203441The crowd was raving mad and jam packed. By this time I had managed to squeeze my way to about three or four rows back. I use the term “rows” loosely. A group of tall, hardcore guys blocked any further progress. At one point they reached excitement overload and started slamming themselves around indiscriminately.

One lost the platform sole of his shoe and started randomly smacking those in front of him with it. It was hard to keep my own footing and I had to shove them back to avoid getting buried. Then a fight broke out. Manson stopped the concert and demanded they be removed. As the security guards cut their way through the crowd I was helpful and moved out of their way… by moving up.

20151031_201921Nearly to the front now, my determination faltered when it looked like Manson was spitting off stage and into the front row. I am a fan, but not into being covered in spit. I halted my progress and decided to stake my claim out of spit reach.

I still wound up with a face full of water when he drink from a glass and then threw the rest into the crowd. The first row still bore the brunt of the onslaught, and despite everyone yelling that he was spraying us with vodka, it was just water.

Things got scary when Manson stepped down into the crowd in front of me and the masses surged forward. The first five rows melded into one surging, screaming mad entity. I managed to get a video of Manson but I did not see this with my own eyes. My face was buried into someone’s sweaty back and the bodies were so tight it was all I could do to keep on my feet and hold the camera up, hoping to catch some of the action. I did, as you can see below 🙂

20151031_215028After the show was over I took a photo of myself to record my reaction. My pupils are dilated from all the adrenaline that comes from surviving a Manson show, and I don’t think my pulse stopped racing for two hours.

It was an exhilarating experience, scarier than any haunted house and one I’m glad to have had. Marilyn Manson on Halloween will be an experience I will never forget and worth every near stomping.

As far as doing it again, however, I don’t feel the need. Halloween is my favorite holiday of the year and I really missed spending it with my family. Next year I think we’ll just have our own party… I’m thinking a special showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show may be the theme.