There's hardly anyone who embodies the spirit of Halloween better than Edgar Oliver. Like some Victorian ex-pat, rustled up from the grave, Edgar speaks in words and tenor of a deeply Southern past. He's been part of the downtown NY theater and art scene for years and has written poetry for both the living and the dead. Read a poem about Summer, as we bid it farewell.
by Edgar Oliver
This feeling from long ago
came to me-
a feeling of old cars gone by
down streets on nights long ago-
a boy's love for all that.
The creepy tentacled creatures of artist and illustrator John Jennison range from sullen to sultry. Check out a gallery of his work.