Once upon a time, I kissed a Vampire. I wore a bustle dress but he did not have wings. It was lovely. In popular mythology
Month: March 2014
Wrong Number
This isn’t a tall tale or something from the mysterious paranormal or gothic side of life. It is just a story of something sort of
In that hour before sunrise…
It is dark and quiet in the hour before sunrise. The only sound other than my computer keys is the sound of a cat playing
In memory of a poet – Daniel Tanzo
Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
I’d like to introduce you to a poet, a bear of a man, a free-thinker, a man with a loud…
Secret lives and private stories
There was a room full of books in the back of the Elder’s farmhouse. The adults would be gathered and I’d be back looking at
The Eagle Cried
I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried The acrid smell of cordite Still hovered
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