A Black Cat, A Raven and A Tell Tale Heart


 Edgar Allan Poe was born on January 19,  1809

and when he died on  October 7th, 1849  under mysterious circumstances his death

could have been written into a

story or poem by Poe himself.

Alberto Martini

Poe was found semiconscious and in poor physical condition.  It was also reported that

the clothes he was wearing were not his own.

On his deathbed he was calling out ” Reynolds ” and his Doctor claims his last words

were  ” Lord help my poor soul “.

After Poe died his medical records were lost and so was his death certificate.

Poe’s  obituary was written by his  his literary rival Rufus Wilmot Griswold  and

the pop culture image we have of Poe was created from that obituary.

In a sense we don’t really know Poe at all.

Who he actually was in life and his death are a mystery.

Harry Clarke, “The Premature Burial,” Tales of Mystery and Imagination (1919)

What we have left to ponder when we consider the life and death of Edgar Allen Poe

is  A Black Cat, A Raven and A Tell Tale Heart.

If we want to unravel the mystery of Poe we should probably start with them.

Illustration by French impressionist Édouard Manet for the Stéphane Mallarmé translation of “The Raven”, 1875

31  Writing Prompts: VARNISH

Act One Scene One

My Granddaughter loves this creepy, spooky baby doll because she’s my Granddaughter and it’s probably in her blood to like this stuff:

Photo By M. Casey

However, my Granddaughter’s Mom does not like this creepy baby doll so she was banished to the garage because it makes perfect sense to banish creepy baby dolls to the place in your home full of heavy machinery and  power tools, right?

Photo M. Casey

Sometimes you don’t have to go to horror movies.

Sometimes they come to you.

31 Writing Prompts: DELIGHT

Dear Anita


Photo A.M Moscoso

Dear Anita ( wrote  my Muse  in a note )

I know you hate it when I take off and have fun without you,

but hey you’re the one shilly- shallying around your place doing super unfun things

like laundry and cooking meals that you don’t even taste when you eat them.


I had this brilliant idea where me and you and Hamish could hit the cemetery down the

street ( Anita- there is a cemetery down the street from where you LIVE ) but

NO. You watched something on NETFLIX about a cemetery in ENGLAND

when there is a creepy old cemetery DOWN THE STREET FROM WHERE YOU LIVE.


So today on the train ride home, when you pass those places where you saw the

remains of people who had been hit by trains and the place where a woman was hit by

the train you were on AND LIVED I am going to sit next to you and try to get you to

wake the heck up.


I have loads of ideas about how to make that happen.

If you would just listen to me for a minute, I’d be happy to share them with you.



Your Unamused Muse.

The Wastrel’s Kiss


“Oddly Terrifying ” by Dragan Bibin


The words that tumble from your nicotine stained lips

are bound together with rusty metal barbs crawling with Clostridium tetani

the air around you is choked with sulfuric acid and a dash of carbon monoxide

nothing can grow in your shadow

and nightmares, when they dream, scream your name



31 Writing Prompts for January: Price