Read Some Poetry Friday Night . . .
The snows are over, at least for the moment. The ice gone. The weather not warm, but such rain as there has been has come down all water, at least for this weekend. Friday I went to a poetry reading — a member in my writer’s group, Virginia Thomas, was one of the featured readers so I and another member/poet, Frida Westford, went to local Rachel’s Coffeehouse for a listen as well as to read a few of our own at the following “Open Mic” session. The theme for the readings was “Love” so, announcing first that vampires need love too, I read five selections from my upcoming VAMPS collection.
Hey, pimpage is pimpage, however local (interesting to watch the spellchecker red line “pimpage” ) Should some buy the book when it comes out — or maybe to whet appetites for now — the titles I read were “Midnight Snack” ( “… lady vampire licks her lips …”), “The Aeronaut” (“Of course she stays inside/ by day …”), “Fast Operator” (“That is, sure, rough sex/ was his bread and butter …”) , “Strange Date” (“… she noticed them growing, the points on those two teeth …”), and “To Kill a Vampire” (“… I might remind: You asked me in …”).
Also I finished a new story last week, “The Match Game,” based on the classic Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale “The Little Match Girl” — but with zombies.