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Tag Archives: wendigo
Winter Woods
Wendigo-psychosis: A culture-specific disorder, which entails an intense craving for human flesh and fear of becoming a cannibal. In some indigenous cultures, environmental destruction and insatiable greed are seen as manifestations of Wendigo psychosis. I recalled what Mack had said … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Prose
Tagged New York, noir, north, novel, novel excerpt, wendigo, winter woods
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What Lonely Places
An Algonquin legend describes the wendigo as a “giant with a heart of ice. Sometimes it was thought to be entirely made of ice. Its body is skeletal and deformed, with missing lips and toes.”The Algonquin people claimed that during … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, excerpt, no one dreams in color, noir, novel, Prose, wendigo
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Wendigo
Long-distance shot of a snowy landscape, a tundra. Completely silent. A MAN enters the frame, running. He is wearing a bulky white parka, its fur-lined hood pulled over his head, and flying a fire-orange kite. We continue to see the … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged film, grief, inner landscape, John Biscello, sorrow, the journey, wendigo, Winter
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Homecoming
The slow, long walk home, across a frozen tundra– The sun smiles, faintly.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, homeward bound, John Biscello, poem, the heart is a lonely hunter, wendigo, Winter
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Wendigo, a Winter Story
A man in a bulky white parka is running across a snowy landscape. The hood pulled over his head is lined with seal-gray fur. He is wearing plastic goggles that are caked in frost. … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged ghosts, grief, ice, John Biscello, love, melancholy, Prose, sadness, snow, sorrow, story, wendigo, Winter
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