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I love a pithy poem.....


A Cedary Fragrance
Jane Hirshfield

Even now
decades after,
I wash my face with cold water--

Not for discipline,
nor memory,
nor the icy awakening slap,

but to practice
choosing
to make the unwanted wanted

A nice, slow build; the gradual accumulation of creepiness seeping into the ordinary world of these people who have no idea what's in store for them.

Weird tappings from the attic (probably rats), a girl who says her bed is shaking (don't be silly) , and (oh, no!) a ouija board on which the girl plays with her "imaginiary friend", Captain Howdy *shiver*

I saw the movie long ago and am intrigued to read the book.

A nice, slow build; the gradual accumulation of creepiness seeping into the ordinary world of these people who have no idea what's in store for them.

Weird tappings from the attic (probably rats), a girl who says her bed is shaking (don't be silly) , and (oh, no!) a ouija board on which the girl plays with her "imaginiary friend", Captain Howdy *shiver*

I saw the movie long ago and am intrigued to read the book.

"..a sonnet is a little song
to hold a thing that otherwise cannot
be held: a lonely thing: a death: a bear" (28).

from "Tender", Sophie Klahr