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Tomorrow is Halloween! Let the Celebration Begin!

Day Twelve: Big Brother, Little Brother by Daniel Davis

One of the most frightening movies I watched was The Good Son. People seem to think that children are all sweet and innocent and full of imagination. That leads to two different problems. 1.) Not believing a child is capable of evil and 2.) Not believing a child is telling the truth about evil. Is the older brother in this story just a jerk who likes to terrorize his younger brother, or is he truly a monster?

Day Twelve: Harvester by Cesar De Leon

Death is a pretty universal fear, and so any poem about the Grim Reaper is going to play off of that. In this poem, though, we get to hear death’s own voice, how he takes pleasure in the sensory details of death, how it looks, feels, and even sounds. What’s really terrifying about this poem is how beautiful it makes death seem, how sensual, how inviting.

— Katie Hoerth

Day Twelve: Fairy Tale Murder Attempts by Jennifer Ruth Jackson

Witches are always the losers of fairy tales – there must be some law that states the beautiful must triumph over the ugly. If you’ve ever felt like the loser in your own life, then this poem of desperation will resonate. I think there’s a little bit of hag in us all.

— Katie Hoerth