Headless (a romantic tale… sort of)
He stood in front of me his neck a stump without a head. In his hand was a note on … Continue reading Headless (a romantic tale… sort of)
He stood in front of me his neck a stump without a head. In his hand was a note on … Continue reading Headless (a romantic tale… sort of)
We looked into the hole and wondered at the waxen decaying forms that lay below us. “I knew her,” my … Continue reading Memory of a distant love
In an endless night I’ll try to find comfort for the Vampire who sits alone In the dark wondering Where … Continue reading The Endless Night
When I’m alone, especially when I’m trying to get something done, inevitably I get visited by The Ghost. That is … Continue reading A Year With The Ghost
Carefully opening the package, Theo discovered a formerly unknown packet of love letters between Thomas Jefferson and the wife of … Continue reading Short Story: The Time Travelers
Night your time with me is all too brief Like a lover who belongs to another You leave me to … Continue reading Night
I’m on the back deck, my usual spot, laptop on my lap, glass of wine, and thinking about what it … Continue reading Vampire Desires (on writing fast & ghost writing, sort of)
Andrew didn’t remember much when the door opened with blinding light waking him from his sleep, much less the voice … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Morning at the Vineyard