friendship – Vampire Maman

POETRY, GHOSTS, AND VAMPIRES

POETRY, GHOSTS, AND VAMPIRES He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on granite

Druce held out his arm while his friend Morcant cleaned and bandaged the wounds. “I was out fishing on the rocks. She’d been coming there

This afternoon I found a tiny baby coyote in my front yard. As soon as the little thing saw me it jumped up and ran

Dear Diary, She left me. She left ME. My love Gillian has gone. I do not understand. She explained but it all sounded like another

Now that things are opening up again, kind of sort of, we can now socialize a little bit more than we have for the past

Off To See The Wizard Druce had just pulled his toasted seed and dried berry bread out of the oven when his friend Morcant came