Tuesday, July 22, 2014 Monday, July 21, 2014
She dressed up in a gown her grandmother once wore to a local dance, shown and known in a framed picture kept on top of the piano. During the estate sale, someone made away with that framed portrait before it could be salvaged. Luckily, however, she still has ownership of the dress, but she’s nevertheless attempting to track down that picture and buy it back. It’s in a glass-face, stained walnut frame; in the picture, in faded black & white, her grandmother’s a young and vibrant lady, quite literally swept off her feet on the dance floor by a handsome shipping clerk with very nice hair who in time would ask for her hand in marriage.

Photography by Jaret Ferratusco.
Featuring Miss Elanious.

Thank you.

She dressed up in a gown her grandmother once wore to a local dance, shown and known in a framed picture kept on top of the piano. During the estate sale, someone made away with that framed portrait before it could be salvaged. Luckily, however, she still has ownership of the dress, but she’s nevertheless attempting to track down that picture and buy it back. It’s in a glass-face, stained walnut frame; in the picture, in faded black & white, her grandmother’s a young and vibrant lady, quite literally swept off her feet on the dance floor by a handsome shipping clerk with very nice hair who in time would ask for her hand in marriage.

Photography by Jaret Ferratusco.
Featuring Miss Elanious.

Thank you.

(Source: corpseonpumpkin.com)

'The Daughters Have Switched Bedrooms For The Time Being'

- a photograph by Jaret Ferratusco
- w/ Carolyn Jean & Cait Lion

Thank you.

'The Daughters Have Switched Bedrooms For The Time Being'

- a photograph by Jaret Ferratusco
- w/ Carolyn Jean & Cait Lion

Thank you.

corpseonpumpkin:

At the base of the tree there was a welcome mat of fresh pine needles. A rickety spiral staircase of bark encircled the trunk, leading upward into its branches and a colonnade of oak pillars hidden within the hemisphere of its unbreathing and undying foliage. A committee of insects who were previously reported missing arrived in single file, climbing up the spiral staircase and into the shadows of a womb in the tree’s hollow apex. It was there that I first met you. We both had trouble seeing in the dim light of the womb.
Model: PALESAENTPhotography: CORPSE ON PUMPKIN

woah

corpseonpumpkin:

At the base of the tree there was a welcome mat of fresh pine needles. A rickety spiral staircase of bark encircled the trunk, leading upward into its branches and a colonnade of oak pillars hidden within the hemisphere of its unbreathing and undying foliage. A committee of insects who were previously reported missing arrived in single file, climbing up the spiral staircase and into the shadows of a womb in the tree’s hollow apex. It was there that I first met you. We both had trouble seeing in the dim light of the womb.

Model: PALESAENT

Photography: CORPSE ON PUMPKIN

woah

(Source: corpseonpumpkin.com)

Sunday, July 20, 2014 Thursday, July 17, 2014

corpseonpumpkin:

Wilted flowers from the Dining Hall.

Saturday, July 12, 2014
corpseonpumpkin:

During the hummingbird’s autopsy it was revealed to us that our wife was dead. That she had fallen to her death from the summit of the hill. We set down our instruments and held our faces in our hands, crying in the morgue. A small group of historians were there taking notes on an altar. Our sobs were recorded for a playback in the elevators, to debut in cycles during her funeral, which is set for the 8th of Pellborough Marse. We bleached our calendars so they would appear clear and entirely open.

corpseonpumpkin:

During the hummingbird’s autopsy it was revealed to us that our wife was dead. That she had fallen to her death from the summit of the hill. We set down our instruments and held our faces in our hands, crying in the morgue. A small group of historians were there taking notes on an altar. Our sobs were recorded for a playback in the elevators, to debut in cycles during her funeral, which is set for the 8th of Pellborough Marse. We bleached our calendars so they would appear clear and entirely open.

corpseonpumpkin:

We pressed the lamb’s head jaw-down into the vice grip and then you put all your weight into further pressing at the top of its skull while I spun the tightening wheel. Within a quarter of a minute we had the lamb stuck there, thrashing and bucking. You came around to my side of the vice and kissed me on the cheek and together we watched the lamb release crystal waterfalls from its eyes; a general sign of fright and panic on behalf of the lamb. I kissed your cheek too and whispered, “Let’s never do this again.”

corpseonpumpkin:

We pressed the lamb’s head jaw-down into the vice grip and then you put all your weight into further pressing at the top of its skull while I spun the tightening wheel. Within a quarter of a minute we had the lamb stuck there, thrashing and bucking. You came around to my side of the vice and kissed me on the cheek and together we watched the lamb release crystal waterfalls from its eyes; a general sign of fright and panic on behalf of the lamb. I kissed your cheek too and whispered, “Let’s never do this again.”

(Source: corpseonpumpkin)

Wednesday, July 9, 2014
HOT OFF THE PRESS: New short story & photographs by CORPSE ON PUMPKIN published in VEAL, a new dark arts magazine created by models CHOKE and RANT. Click on image.


chokemodel:

Issue #1 of VEAL Magazine: Dreams, is out! Click the cover to read.
HOT OFF THE PRESS: New short story & photographs by CORPSE ON PUMPKIN published in VEAL, a new dark arts magazine created by models CHOKE and RANT. Click on image.

chokemodel:

Issue #1 of VEAL Magazine: Dreams, is out! Click the cover to read.

No broken eyes, no missing children.

Photography:  CORPSE ON PUMPKIN
Model:  CHOKE

Thank you.

No broken eyes, no missing children.

Photography: CORPSE ON PUMPKIN
Model: CHOKE

Thank you.

(Source: corpseonpumpkin.com)