Above the hearth – sounds of night

I hear the clock behind me. It is a Seth Thomas from the 1870’s. So many of those are … Continue reading Above the hearth – sounds of night

Undead Night

Late setting sun Red skies Then warm Dark night Cool breezes Your kiss With a hint Of blood And wine … Continue reading Undead Night

In the dark We ran through the streets Slick with rain Back alleys Darkened windows Broken glass Rats The … Continue reading Stories We Shall Never Tell

I seek you out I attack Then sing the song of my people Loud With gusto And wake the dead … Continue reading I Seek You Out

Our children go off into the world, We’ve given them the tools, They know about good, And evil, They know that … Continue reading It turns us numb

I let you sleep As I steal away Into the morning light Wake up to all Cats and … Continue reading My hands still keep the memory…

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
I’d like to introduce you to a poet, a bear of a man, a free-thinker, a… Continue reading In memory of a poet – Daniel Tanzo

I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried The acrid … Continue reading The Eagle Cried