Hi friends!

As a Librarian, you know that I have the ability to search for lists, and titles, and other resources; but sometimes crowd-sourcing is more fun and productive, and potentially more robust. With that in mind, this is the first in a series of me asking for your input!

It has been podcast-o’clock for me, but I’m bad at keeping time (I think that metaphor went astray). One of my absolute favorite topics is, as you may well know judging by my tattoos and love for Halloween, “All things that go bump in the night”. I’ve been a huge fan of scary things since the first time I heard Vincent Price’s voice creeping out of the speakers before “Thriller”. My good friends – Mario, Nick, and Diego – and I had a little group called “The Nightmares”, very similar to The Midnight Society in Are You Afraid of the Dark?. We’d get together and tell scary stories, watch scary movies, and play scary video games.

As much as I love horror, I haven’t delved deeply into horror fiction as an adult, and I’m also looking for engaging horror podcasts. I found this list online, but I was wondering if anyone had additional suggestions? Please comment with a suggestion of your own, or let me know what you’ve listened to from the list.

yours in ghost,



What’s the name for the distinct urge to listen to Binary Star and draw without a plan in mind? 

I can’t be the only one who’s immediately compelled to start freestyling as soon as “Without a Doubt” by The Roots comes on, right? Bars blasphemously floating over Black Thought’s.

Without a Doubt

While we’re talking freestyling, I’m not the only one who weaves an apology into his freestyle whenever he messes up or repeats himself, even when alone, right? 

This list has popped up on my feed a few times, as well as an article asking whether Em has another classic in him. But have we asked ourselves whether he’s ever made a classic? Marshall Mathers was dope, but classic? Suspect. Not classic. 

Also, the first D12 and the Bad vs. Evil album should be 3 & 4. 

Curled and writhing
grasping at dust that plumes away and mud dripping through
stretching pointed fingers

Little Doyle in the safest place imaginable

Little Doyle, asleep in Ashley’s hands. We didn’t know you long enough, friend.

Eyes sealed against the din of light
lungs kicking against the drowning rush
nostrils straining, stained, and staining

Yours was a cruel, brief morning
mourning you now an hour removed
from when I removed you
cradling my lost hope – your cold, delicate stillness.

Yours was a chaotic afternoon
squeaking against the pleading fangs and
digging claws of an innocent, destructive curiosity
spared a final maw as your impossible escape
from your wooden cage and bassinet
exposed you to a damp freedom,
a dug dirt ditch turned mud, and
my decision to leave your barking tormentor inside
so I could tend the yard –
a silent beckon that bent my routine,
to better tend your resilience.

yours was a night of stillness.
Eased along by caring hands and whispered songs
cradled in towels and
warmed, rice-filled socks
in an empty shoe box.

You met your fate with clawing hands and forced breaths,
kicking and pawing
with whimpering roars you greeted your end.

Sleep now, sweet prince,
in your resting place of earth and roots and leaves.

Rain fell as I made your bed, as I laid you down, as I spoke my ritual to the earth.
My tears, my final embrace.
A mournful song to carry you off.
A stone to mark you beneath the ancient oak that welcomes you home.


Yes, I only knew Doyle briefly. But this little squirrel touched me profoundly.  Maybe it’s because of the furry creatures we keep, and how deeply they’ve made me feel, or maybe it’s because of the one who makes me feel more deeply than I imagined possible.

This little guy, this little flicker, lives within me forever.



Progress as of 7/21/17


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If you know me, you know that I’m inspired by reading about others’s creative processes, and I’m always fascinated by articles about music in general. This Rolling Stone piece covers both, and focuses on two of the best to ever do it, NoID and Jay-Z, whose collaborative album 4:44 just came out on June 30th. My review will likely follow, but I can tell you this much: I haven’t liked an album this much upon first listen in a long time.

Jay-Z and No ID in the studio.

Conversations“, via @cubansoze

What strikes me about the described process is that NoID explains the process in a way that I always imagined it working best, especially how he reflects on the creation of a musical playlist, intentional use of samples, and a true dialogue between artists that pushed Jay to stretch his voice. I’ll let you read the rest, but suffice it to say I really want to get creative. ASAP.