Apple cider, fall leaves & crisp air, jack-o-lanterns a’glow—These are a few of my favorite, spookiest things…
Happy Saturday, friends! If you’ve been here for a while, you know how much I love Halloween. And I also love countdowns. So—
To showcase the five days we have left until Halloween, here’s a lovely, spooky poem by Rae Armantrout:
DJINN
Haunted, they say, believing
the soft, shifty
dunes are made up
of false promises.
Many believe
whatever happens
is the other half
of a conversation.
Many whisper
white lies
to the dead.
“The boys are doing really well.”
Some think
nothing is so
until it has been witnessed.
They believe
the bits are iffy;
the forces that bind them,
absolute.
—poem originally featured by the Poetry Foundation, here
Happy Saturday, friends! I’ll see you again tomorrow for our next poem.
