Literally Disturbed

Literally Disturbed

Juvenile poetry
Back when my kids were much younger and we were all, except the
hubby, Unitarian Universalists, the highlights of summers were the
weeks and weekends spent at the church's beautiful old camp on the
ocean. (Sadly those and day trips to Santa's Village were all we
could offer in the way of travel). Amber loved the camp fires,
especially when spooky stories just long enough to create an image and
aura of eeriness were part of the experience.
Well campfire season is once more upon us. Ben Winter's perfect
for read aloud poems and Adam Watkins' haunting black and white images
offer a menu of chilling, spine tingling delight. A gold eyed black
cat could be a witch, a ghost, or a man eating monster. An attic
might contain more than insects and no longer needed belongings. A
ghost ship with a cruel captain is saving a place for you. And don't
ask about the monkey statue with the glowing green eyes...
Literally Disturbed is also grand for sleepovers. But you may
need to keep a night light on.
On a personal note, I just had a real life scary experience. Just as
I had a puncture wound that seemed to be infecting, the newspaper ran
an article on necrotizing fasciitis (flesh eating bacteria) with a
list of ambiguous symptoms. Fortunately off brand antibiotic cream
did the trick. I was quite relieved to wake up in my bed instead of
the hospital or heaven.
A great big shout out goes out to all who enjoy a good old fashioned
scary story.
Julia Emily Hathaway


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