Edgar Allan Poe National Historic Site

In praise of Poe Hitchcock? Stephen King? CSI? Hard to imagine any of them not owing a huge debt to the legendary writer Edward Pettit Thu, Nov 5, 2009 (midnight) “Edgar Allan Poe, who, in his carelessly prodigal fashion, threw out the seeds from which so many of our present forms of literature have sprung, was the father of the detective tale, and covered its limits so completely that I fail to see how his followers can find any fresh ground which they can confidently call their own … On this narrow path the writer must walk, and he sees the footmarks of Poe ... Read Full Story

Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allan Poe is a short poem by the master. The title says it all. Enjoy. http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0BzZFYqsJhXG0MzBlZDgxMjktYTU0NC00N2EzLWFmMzctOTMwN2U4M2EzM2Yw&hl=en Read Full Story

BALTIMORE (Reuters Life!) - American writer Edgar Allan Poe, the master of the macabre who died penniless 160 years ago after a mysterious death, finally got a proper send-off in Baltimore on Sunday. An elaborate funeral service was organized for Poe, whose original funeral was attended by only seven people. The cause of his death remains unknown, although some theories suggest it was alcohol-related. The author of works like "The Raven" and the "The Black Cat" was found in a confused state on the streets of Baltimore in October 1849 and died in a city hospital a few days later at the age of ... Read Full Story

WARNING: Beware Of Pick Pockets & Loose Women... Here are some photos from "The Black Heart Contingency" Fan Page On Facebook. Will, RM @ Their 1st Performance, October 30th, 2009. The Edgar Allan Poe 200th Birthday Bash Halloween Party. A Celebration Of Poe's Work & Life. Photos By Michelle Tooley Becker. http://www.facebook.com/pages/THE-BLACK-HEART-CONTINGENCY/166814552731 Tunes Coming Soon! Enjoy! RM Read Full Story

My dad and sister Faith at the nursing home, 2008 I love the light from the window. Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere - As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed - I journeyed down here! - That I brought a dread burden down here - On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon hath tempted me here? Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber - This misty mid region ... Read Full Story