Happy Birthday, Dear Wampyr... (Part I)   The Dark Lord Stefan celebrates Her birthday... "369, The Goose Drank Wine, The Monkey Chewed Tobacco On The Streetcar line..."It was her birthday. The Dark Lord rose, the old rhyme humming in his head as he scented her upon the night air. The scent of her yes, but also the smells as she prepared herself to allow him to take her into the night in celebration. The Almond Butter she...

The Vampire Lord Flashman arose from the brass handled, walnut box and, tossing his long hair over his shoulders, raised his face to taste the night's air. He could smell moths, musk and moonlight but also something else. Something sweet, yet tangy, like... Like a peach. The Lord Of The Dark growled. The San Fransisco night air was a plethora of aromas, some pleasant, some rank. Her's was both and neither, but he recogniz...

"Write what you know you think you feel, write just for yourself. Write the way you learned from me, and write for everyone else. Sometimes they will love it, most often they will not... Worry about that later, but for now just give it your best shot.  Poetry's a puzzle and we find our only way To try to say the things we often fail to really say... If I have taught you anything, keep this small thought within your sight,...