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Aaand that's my take on #WolvesAtTheDoor. I guess it's worth a watch if you're curious. I'd go through ☠️other🦜means⛵️ to watch it, though. #TheConjuring

Regarding the 0% on RT -- I can't help but wonder if that rating would be higher if the case weren't so well-known. Maybe that makes me cynical. IDK. Social media has given me the impression that most people care more about performative rage than real victims. 🤷‍♀️ #WolvesAtTheDoor #TheConjuring

Given that this movie takes place in #TheConjuring universe, I don't see why the story and setting weren't kept the same but the characters changed/renamed and the cult from "Annabelle" used instead of the Manson lot. #WolvesAtTheDoor

Sharon is even portrayed as heavily pregnant just like she was when she and her baby were killed. These six murders are shown in a surprisingly restrained, tasteful manner, but the fact that they are shown at all in a movie like this is itself tasteless. #WolvesAtTheDoor #TheConjuring

...starring the real victims. To the film's credit, the murderers who were present that night are never named (although photos of them are shown at the end of the movie). But even so, the victims are here, and they are given their real names. #WolvesAtTheDoor #TheConjuring

Most of us are familiar with the Manson case to some extent, especially the murders that occurred at the Tate/Polanski household. I can understand using the case as inspiration; I can't understand why you'd want to turn it into a home invasion thriller... #WolvesAtTheDoor #TheConjuring

There were some cool shots and cuts and tense moments, and a couple of the performances were stand-out.

That being said...It's hard for me to recommend this movie because I feel its approach to this story was unethical. #WolvesAtTheDoor #TheConjuring

Okay, #WolvesAtTheDoor... Well, I liked it, just as your typical slasher film. Nothing special, but I love horror movies with period settings, and I got a fondness for the '60s, especially the music, and this movie delivered on that. #TheConjuring

"Wolves At The Door" (2017).

I rented this thing. (It's a part of the "Conjuring" universe, so. 🤷‍♀️) I'll be sure to post my thoughts on it. #TheConjuring #WolvesAtTheDoor

Continuing my watch through of #TheConjuring universe with the first tangentially connected entry in the franchise…

WOLVES AT THE DOOR

I haven’t actually seen this one yet so I’m hoping it’s good.
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‘Or maybe it’s still out there, howling, trying to catch up to me’ you’ve nailed that slow, spectral dread. The wolf isn’t at the door. It’s in the inevitable distance. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor

The Ghost Of It A new friend has a wolf dog named Ghostie. I’m sitting in bed charging my laptop with the phone charger. I have garlic scapes in a pink plastic tumbler on the windowsill. If I had a wolf dog, it would lie on the floor beside the bed, keeping cool. My lap- top would resonate with its breathing and the memory of its occasional howls. The garlic would continue to admire itself in the pink plastic tumbler, the round curled stems and the pale green flower buds and their tips pointing every which way. But of course no dog in here and that's a good thing, It's near mid-summer and I'm still waiting for spring. A wolf dog would know the season without thinking or maybe not care. I can't even remember when to harvest garlic and I don't know how to tell when the artichokes are ripe. I’ve lost something, moving so far away, or maybe it's still out there, howling, trying to catch up to me.

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The Ghost Of It (from my chapbook of the same name, from Subpress/CCCP Chapbooks.)

‘Sometimes you are the wolf at someone else’s door’ is a fistful of truth. No hero, no villain, just the ache of blurred lines & roles we never meant to play. Brutal. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor

‘I leave my listening on the table’ wrecked me. That says everything about depletion, and impossible kindness About knowing when to walk. Sublime. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor

‘I must reveal some yellowed eyes’ leaves a mark. It’s survival—it’s revelation, raw & unvarnished. The poem stalks the edges of fear. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor

‘Cracks open the bars of my ribs with a howl’ is sheer magic. That line doesn’t just speak, it splits. A liberation of longing, fierce & full-bodied. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor

‘I lined up all the things I can't allow and marched them out like toy soldiers’ is devastating. That image nails the futility of control. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor

‘Just for a month until I get my own?’ is sly genius. The casual tone masks a raw ache for danger, for meaning, for something unsaid. Wry, weary & savage. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor

‘We stuffed our mouths with candles like thankless guests’ is just wow! That image scorched, shame swallowed, grief made ceremonial. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor

‘Let me rest in her red remembered rose’ is sumptuous & strange. That image pulses with longing, both tender & untamed. This moves like a dream. Gorgeous. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor

‘She will take more than you have any right to give’ is feral & true. This is a warning carved in bone, not ink. The hunger here is beyond reason, beyond rescue. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor

Another Gut Reaction You imagine they will only want you for a meal or more, their damp breath inching across your skin before they cut you down. But they don’t all hunt in packs. Neither are they big or bad and starring in a fairy tale, looking for a comfy bed on a cold night. Their teeth have purpose, so too does that haunting call. But your peril is not who is at the door to rip you open tooth and claw. It’s not what they are or whether you see them or dream them. It’s what you trap under your own claws and bury deep in your own cold wastes. What they want is inside your head, to manipulate your buckled plates of faith, and twist your invective into being the wolf at someone else’s door. © Glenn Barker April 2025, edited May 2025

A reworking of my #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor weighted towards menace rather than redemption. More bite? This is a final verse change. Not sure about it...

Just back from a break so here’s one from a prompt #WolvesAtTheDoor #PoemsAbout @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social

Thanks! How do I do #WolvesAtTheDoor?

Congratulations, excellent poems one would do for #PoemsAbout #WolvesAtTheDoor!

I didn't realize there is a #WolvesAtTheDoor prompt! This definitely fits. Wish I could update my post wording, but oh well.

Traveling all day Friday so missed the day's fun with #PoemsAbout and the #WolvesAtTheDoor prompt but have finally finished a piece. Will catch up with the others asap, look forward to reading them!
Thanks as ever to @brokenspinearts.bsky.social and @alanparry83.bsky.social. 💫

I have three #lifttothesky poets this week. First @owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social who is both a an extremely thoughtful poet (witness the responses to the #wolvesatthedoor prompt) and a very supportive member of the #poetrycommunity

My Induction in the Pack “I was the one they never wanted to see.” Yet with my slightest #sigh (or was it a howl?), ennui, #tired of their #blank #clipboard, peeped through a chink in the door at me. Oh, but you do not, you should not look straight in the eyes through a chink in the door; coz in your mind you’ve already stated, “There’s a wolf at the door!” So yes, I stand with my mandatory predatory #badge in somewhat worn out #shoes; 1/2 (contd…)

(…contd) 2/2 while they prepare for #necessary steps, to feel secure, behind an unnecessary chain and tucked latchkey — for, you see, fear has already crept in through the #quiet stare through the chink in the door; and ennui—#calloused, bored and sore, should collect at least one spark amidst enough mindless chores, to break free of its clawed grip. The law of the jungle requisites me to honour my badge, to be loyal to my pack. So, while they may writhe uncomfortably, while I may not be the one they want to invite inside; I must try to eke out a howl, I must reveal some yellowed eyes. - C. Oulens

No.3 poem for
#WolvesAtTheDoor #PoemsAbout from newsletter prompt 7 - “The Wolves We Become”; prompt words in#, 1st line is from prompt suggestion.

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