“…[Y]ou need to resign yourself to the fact that you may never know exactly what it is, but if you’re very fortunate you’ll get the poetry of it.” — Allen Greenfield, Hellier (2x08) In late September of 2020 I started to write about goblins. A strange, ill-defined summer was coming…

A/N: This piece was written in November 2017. As I watched the most recent season of Daredevil for the second time, I was struck by something vaguely familiar that I hadn’t noticed when the season premiered (which isn’t surprising given the way we have to binge our shows these days)…

The morning of January 8, 2019 is cold and the air smells much like it always does. Even so, there must have been something especially noxious in the air that morning. And perhaps it would make us feel better to think so. In all fairness, and without the poetry making…