Something so beautiful brought me down here and it's terrible
My poem "The Ghost Marriage" is now online at Uncanny Magazine. It was directly inspired by Roy William Neil's Black Angel (1946), specifically by a line in my Patreon review: "Somewhere the ghost marriage is still going on." Even as I wrote it, I knew the image would stick with me until I did something else with it. I would have enjoyed something sunnier, but it's a bittersweet film: the same actions that open a space for the possibility of romance between the protagonists have already closed it even as their relationship plays itself out, a contrafactual clause from the beginning. They are a kind of half-flipped Orpheus and Eurydike, June Vincent's Cathy questing to recover her husband from death, Dan Duryea's Marty surprisedly finding a reason to come back into the light. From that perspective, it is even less surprising that the film ends as it does. When the underworld gets involved, someone always has to stay below. I seem to believe that is still not quite the same as gone.

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His hair spills back from his forehead
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