The Ghosts of Home

My father began asking me to go home sometime in August. He started with subtle hints – the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, random old music, and snapshots of shared memories. But I should mention that no embodied being in my home drinks coffee, and my dad left this realm 16 years ago.

Death and Fruitcake

Three things mark this season of death and remembrance for me: the severe drop in temperatures; the death anniversaries of many in my family, most specifically my parents; and the perceived closeness of the ancestors as the veils thin.

Classics of Pagan Cinema: Orphée

“The poet wrings a forever from Death, the only lover he will ever have who can really promise him that.” Meg Elison reviews Jean Cocteau’s 1950 classic ORPHEUS as part of our Classics of Pagan Cinema series.