Blood On The Moon
This dark, silly, and serious sequel to KEEP THE HEART OF A CHILD and THE QUEEN OF HATS is the third volume in Lori R. Lopez’s Poetic Reflections book series.
Lori R. Lopez Reading At 2018 Frankenstein Bicentennial
Lori R. Lopez reads her tribute poem “Horror She Wrote” at a gathering for MARY SHELLEY’S FRANKENSTEIN: BICENTENNIAL CELEBRATION on Halloween 2018 in the Geisel Library Seuss Room of U.C. San Diego.
Darkverse: The Shadow Hours
A rich gathering of poetry with a dismal twilight atmosphere, a brooding nature, an eerie tone . . . DARKVERSE: THE SHADOW HOURS encompasses such pieces written by Lori R. Lopez between 2009 and 2017 . . .
The Language Of Life
THE LANGUAGE OF LIFE is the second volume of verse in the Collected Poetry Of Eath series, featuring works by various invented poets who will seem quite real . . .
The Strange Tail Of Oddzilla: Something For Everyone
This is a story about being Odd. A monster named Oddzilla, to be precise, who dreams of being normal. Even worse, he crawled from a pot of Anything Soup.
Poetic Reflections: Horror Limericks
Time, time, time. I think it’s time. Yes, that’s what it is. The next subject for a poetic reflection. No, no, no. Scratch that. Well, it is high time for a new column.
Lori R. Lopez Author Reading: 2014 O.C. Children’s Book Festival
The very first public author reading by Lori R. Lopez, on the Teen/YA Stage at the 2014 Orange County Children's Book Festival. Lori presents excerpts . . .
The Queen Of Hats
A collection of very unusual verse, ranging from wacky to dark to narrative. Lori R. Lopez writes her own way, whether poetry or prose. This book contains both . . .
Ere The Dark Dirt
A legendary archer is summoned from his tomb to battle creatures that threaten to cover the world in darkness in the second LASTENBERG tale. The tales of Lastenberg relate the hero's on-going battle . . .
Poetic Reflections: paranormities
Although I tend to be old-fashioned and behind the times in many ways, whether by choice or budget or for some other reason probably a bit more peculiar . . .
Poetic Reflections: horror sisters
’Tis that time of year, my dear, when it must be mentioned unmentionable things. You know what I’m talking about . . . all the things that get swept under the rug the rest of the time . . .
Poetic Reflections: inspiration’s perspiration
Yes, you read correctly. This is about perspiration. But not just any perspiration. No, no. The stuff of inspiration. More to my point, the sweat of inspiration.
The Fairy Fly
A Black Widow queen, a big bad Wolf Spider, and a Hit-Mantis are but a few of the obstacles for a spunky little spider who must find his way home through a strange land of giants . . .
Poetic Reflections: Poe-etic
Some days I think I’m turning into Poe. (I really think so.) The air of doom, the gloom, the morosity and sombrerity. (I threw in a hat pun . . .
Beyond The Stump
The dark harrowing tale of a young woman who must assume her mother's role of Gatekeeper. A crippled woman’s life changes over decades of inhabiting and guarding tainted soil . . .
Poem: Stories
The stars cast their glance To an unknowing person A weary wanderer In need of comfort tonight He sleeps in the brush of the forest
A World Of Words
A WORLD OF WORDS is a unique collection of verse penned by a broad range of poets who do not exist, except in the mind and imagination of Rafael Lopez . . .
Poetic Reflections: horror haiku too
Creating Horror Haiku was so much fun, I decided to take a second sojourn into the art of the concise. For the sake of brevity, I shall keep my intro short . . .
Poetic Reflections: horror haiku
There is an art to brevity. For once I shall strive to be brief, though my poems are generally anything but that. As are these perflaffly, pregumptuous, extracapitulated, conundrum-hummous intros.
The Wraith
A woman becomes intrigued by a brooding figure in one of her poems in this short story from Lori R. Lopez, author of The Dark Mister Snark, Odds And Ends . . .
Poetic Reflections: horror she wrote
“It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light . . .
Poetic Reflections: serendipitous
What if you are minding your own business and a curious stranger passes you by, carrying a sack that wafts a fragrance that strikes a chord — reminiscent of an intangible emotion . . .
Poetic Reflections: Nothing!
That is the answer. So what is the question? What’s on my mind? I think not. There is generally some absurd notion or other ping-ponging in my head . . .
Poetic Reflections: the years
Being an optimist (except when my paranoid paradoxic pessimistic side kicks in), I am starting this year determined to accomplish great things. That is generally how I start any year . . .
Poetic Reflections: gothic
Oh yes, I am treading there. Creeping down the woebegone highways and byways of gothic-style horror this Halloween. What could be more appropriate, methinks, than to honor that dark . . .
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