Early adolescence afforded more freedom and
more choices. The public library was within biking distance
and a brand-spankin'-new library card opened
up the world for me.
Without direction or permission,
When neither Mother nor God struck me down for my curiosity,
. . . Loch
Ness . . . Transylvania
. . .The American
Northwest . . . Whitechapel
. . .
. . . Salem
I discovered, among other things, that this last
location is a place of ghosts, not witches.
I met, in these exotic places,
the most intriguing and repellent and mysterious
I met, as well, the
archetypes spawned by
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