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My childhood consumption of “spooky” lit followed a fairly predictable path for its era. There were Hitchcock and Serling branded anthologies borrowed from the public library, collections of non-gory classics purchased from school book fairs, Twilight Zone Magazine tales of varying quality, check-out aisle digests related supposedly true tales of the paranormal and squicky passages […]

Stuff of legend

August 27th, 2019

My elementary school was actually a pair of schools combined in some ancient merger — the Linscott and the Rumford. The Rumford was the newer of the two buildings, rebuilt in Space Age moderne style after the original was firebombed a couple of years before I was born. It was connected by a glass-paneled walkway […]

The good book

May 22nd, 2019

The House on the Hillside has been getting something of a makeover for the past year and a half. While the biggest driver has been the pending arrival of the kid, it began as a pair of independent projects where Maura wanted to carve out a studio/reading room for herself in the attic and I […]

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib’d In one self place; but where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be. – The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe Recommended listening: More “Down South” diabolism. (panels from “What’s So Hot About a Ghost?” […]

Abridged too far

January 19th, 2018

Some friends and I were recently discussing the various books that hepped them to the whole reading thing when we were kids, and I had a little difficulty thinking of any specific ones at first. Books have been a central part of my life for as long as I can remember. My parents may have […]

Nothing speaks to the myriad distractions thrown in my path this October than it took three weeks for me to realize I hadn’t yet revisited an essential piece of my annual Halloween experience. Twilight Zone Magazine played a huge role in shaping my younger self’s interest in and engagement with all things horror, fantasy, and […]

While I was up surveying my grandma’s attic last month, I pulled a copy of William Hope Hodgson’s The Boats of the “Glen Carrig” from my late grandpa’s stash of old fantasy novels to take home with me. I picked that book in particular because I knew Hodgson was one of my grandfather’s favorite writers, […]

A consensual hallucination

September 21st, 2017

“Cliches became cliches for a reason; that they usually hold at least a modicum of truth, and the following cliche is truer than most: You can’t know where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve been.” During the second week of my vacation last month, I got drawn into a discussion among friends about […]

The best of the mess

August 29th, 2017

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts requires fingerprinting as part of the adoption process, so Maura and I rode out to Waltham a couple of Tuesdays back to have our hands run through a digital scanner. The office was located on Moody Street, a vibrantly seedy thoroughfare that’s one of the last relatively intact vestiges of my […]

The autumn of 1988 was an oasis of calm before the impending shitstorm. My family’s dysfunctions had metastasized into a weird state of equilibrium. My mother was still a basket case and my father was still out of control, but there was a sense that the situation had leveled out just enough for me to […]

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