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, collected in three of her Poetic Reflections volumes along with humorous and serious verse.  This ample compendium allows a more focused reading experience and mood — presenting poems that share speculative themes, flashes of horror, glimpses of madness.

Lori is the author of The Dark Mister Snark, Leery Lane, Monstrosities, An Ill Wind Blows, The Fairy Fly, Chocolate-Covered Eyes, Jar Baby, Samhain, 3-Z, and Spider Soup, among other tales.  She has been called a storyteller, whether composing verse or prose.

The aim of her Darkverse series is to offer a chilling trek through unlit stretches where all manner of creeps and kooks may lurk; where graveyards and bogs and full-moons abound.  The pages of The Shadow Hours illuminate those morbid uncanny perils and dreads that inhabit drab corners, the known and unknown terrors of the night.  Vivid and distinct, her voice echoes our worst fears then delves beyond, exposing hitherto unimaginable frights.

Prepare to confront a motley array of ghouls and menaces that might just move under your bed.

Darkverse:  The Shadow Hours was nominated for a 2018 Elgin Award in Full-Length Books.  Look for an Illustrated Print Edition with quirky art by the author.

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Age Range:  12 and up.



Tonight they slither forth and slink, or stomp and growl

And prowl the mead, the woods, the vales and coves . . .

~ from Once Upon A Monster Moon

But during

The New Moon’s dearth of light, on the eventide

Of a Solar Eclipse, these bottomdwellers shall awake

And parade with roars or sobs until the morning when

All accursed must retreat to their den of dismissal.

~ from Once Upon A Monster Moon

Deep in a vale where the Moon never shined

Lived a scurrilous sort whose stone heart was unkind

For he kept in his dungeon all manner of birds

In a darkness so dreary, there are no better words

~ from The Silence Of The Birds



Snug within my sanctuaries, my havens of light,

the retreats where I feel most sheltered . . .  Safe

inside a fortress of invisible armor and courage,

I vainly endeavor to outwait the storms of the dark.


There is no vanquishing its deep desolate expanse,

which spreads in waves across the wilderness of

Cosmic Space.  We may burn a candle, a torch

to hold it at bay — keep its borders at a distance.


Yet that is merely a temporary fix, for we know

it does not depart.  Ever around us, never

diminished.  Only light can provide the illusion

of security amidst the eternity that engulfs us.


A Darkverse lies behind each glim, present in

every hour, no matter what time the clock tolls,

what numerals it directs our eyes to believe, like

the nimble hands of a magician fabricating myths.


We accept the fable of day, of sun and warmth,

when the brightness is but starlight and we exist

in a perennial veil of cold stark night.  We are

fools to think otherwise.  Fools who dream.


Whether asleep or awake, our condition is a state

of perpetual fantasy, reverie, misapprehension.

A mirage; a figment of the realm that surrounds us

each moment of life or death like burial, a shroud.


Shadow Hours


Midnight Assassins


Lorna Moon

Haunted House


The Darkest Hours

Sundown’s Curse

Nobody There

That Step

The Human Beast

a reckoning

A Lost Cause

Memory Lane

Old Moments


Moon Song

The Experiment





the calm after the storm


once upon a monster moon

one step too far

burying the hatchet


Mirror Image

The Glass Looking Back

The Beholder

Hell’s Corner

Chocolate-Covered Eyes


the cellar


That Which Scares Us

The Midnight Chorus


the writer’s demise


digging up my beloved


Leery Lane



Unscheduled Stops, Part I

Unscheduled Stops, Part II

faces on a train

The Taking

The Undertaking

Origami Snails

night howls

Keeping It Inside

a random thought


Brain Boil


The Devil Calls

they stalk the night

horror she wrote

A Clown Lament

Revive Me

The Monstrel

The Red Bus

Terror’s Hew



Black Widow

The Black Widow’s Lullabye

Spider’s Mother’s Song

The Grim Nursery Rhyme

Night Terrors

the silence of the birds

The Gracken


the wackadoo

the craze

Unhand Me!

The Grimalkin



A Hard Rain

Deadman Tales

graveyard of ghouls

day of the dead

The Box Of Chocolates

belated valentine

Immortal Kiss

a twisted fate


The Woman In The Moon



The Dark


With The Moon’s Embrace

Through The Woods

tree verse

peace and quiet

Knowing Stares


Dead and unburied

Drab Specter



Occupant Part Two

Halloween Haiku


Unhealed Wounds

broken dolls

Troll Doll



The Gubbagule

a zombie in the closet

Unburying The Dead

A Monstrous Situation

the green-eyed monster


Callous Alice

Black Cat


The Bed Bugs

Who’s Afraid Of The Big, The Bad?

More Trick Than Treat

House Of Chocolate

The Queen Of Hats

Death’s Cream

The Problem

The Glowers

the root of all fear

The Agony, The Anguish


A Sympathy Note


California Dreams

The Mud Slid


Clan Destiny

out of sorts



Squishy Parts

a ruined heart



the voice


the artist

american gothic


Route Thirteen


Comatose Joe

Horror Haiku

dubious certainties

the bleeding heart

the massacre

The Boggart

The Wretch

Choosing Sides

Horror Haiku Too


The Late Tour

The Gondolier

The Shudders

More Horror Haiku

The Horror



This Thing I Fear

More Horror Haiku Too

stone cold

Persons Unknown

Offen Times

Bag Of Meat


Down A Dark Road To Death

backseat driver

madmen and monsters

Fear Itself

The Ancient Mariner’s Ballad

Coast Of Gold

blood on the moon

A Good Thing

blue moon

in the midst of moss


Meeting A Horror Author

the brightness of dull

horror story

happy endings

No Fairytale Ending

the deep dark woods

urban gothic

ghost toast

Crime Scene Footage


The Sadness

The Bookworm’s Unliteral Literary Sonnet

to dream of nothing



The Hopeless Romantic

The Ballad Of Grim Garrett


The Macabre

birds of night

ravens and crows

The Corn God


old ghost


one day it rained


Such Things Befall


ode to monsters

Shrunken Heads

screaming pumpkins

The Negative Side

Dark Christmas

Good Will



circus spirit

The Flea Circus




Past Due


urban sprawl

Death’s Viper


something in the light

Rapt Appraisal

Monster Cafe


The Bizarrity

The Runover

fearing the worst

Cold Feet

Possible Dust Clouds

harpies and shrews

The Last Nerve


Split Seconds


(From the Illustrated Print Edition.)

Honors & Praise

Nominated for an Elgin Award in Full-Length Books 2018

“A dash of irony, a heaping cup of wit and a pinch of glee are in the mix of Lopez’ diverse recipes for verses, combined with delightful titles such as “Leery Lane”, “Head Slugs”, “Bed Bugs”, “Hell’s Corner” and “Callous Alice”. Dare you taste this collection, you’ll come back for more. Buy it and keep it handy.

“Out of the deepest sleep arisen/crawling from earthen tomb/the corpse in his Sunday Suit/had trekked through a mistful gloom.” — from “The Box of Chocolates””

Marge Simon, Stoker Award winner, Grand Master Poet of the SFPA

“Darkverse is a collection of beautifully lyrical and narrative poems reminiscent of songs written in longhand, sung in soft whispers, in gentle tongues. I have a great fondness for “DarkVerse”, “Shadow Hours”, “grimmest”, “the calm after the storm”, and “one step too far”. A joyful, wonderful read!”

Christina Sng, Stoker Award & Elgin Award winner

“The Shadow Hours is the kind of collection that makes readers pause – look up – think – smile – feel – before going in for another. That’s awesomeness!

Since its title is Darkverse, #1, there is the hope of more to come. To that, I am looking forward.

I continue to be a fan of Lori R. Lopez. I’ve not read anything by her I did not enjoy. To call her a poet is insufficient. An artist of great talents … that gets much closer.”

Tamara Fey Turner
Goodreads Review

“I am a member of the HWA and [I] was sent this to read and review for the new awards. I read it. And recommend it. Why? Cause I enjoyed it. Great work. You have to give credit to artists in their genres.”

Kevin Breaux
Goodreads Review

About The Author & Artist

Lori R. Lopez has been writing and drawing since she was roughly the size of a pumpkin, if babies were round and knew how to hold a pencil.  They usually don’t, so perhaps we should stick with the facts.  And be a little more crepuscular in tone, for this is about her dark side.  If this were about her lighter side, there would be the obvious comparison to a balloon.  It isn’t, hence the pumpkin.  Oh well, let us skip to the details about her life.  Or we could if she had one to speak of.  It is pretty much all about the writing with occasional conversation, adventure, bedlam thrown in.  And five kitties.  Who are semi-feral and mostly live in a Catio built by her sons.  None of that is especially scary or macabre.  Or literary!

Right.  Good point.  We should probably talk about her poetry!  Lori’s verse has difficulty deciding whether to be eerie, absurd, or existential.  At times it all gets mixed together and she is helpless to prevent it, like tipping over a bottle of very black ink that spills and splashes everywhere on everything . . . Sorry about that.  The lines can even smudge or blur between poetry and narration, as her poems often tell a tale.

But this is not entirely what Lori does.  When she isn’t coming up with strange verse, she poses for photos wearing hats.  Or invents rather odd prose.  And when she isn’t doing any of those or all at the same time, she can be found doodling weird illustrations to go with whatever sort of lettered lines she concocted in a manic fugue of genius babble or her sleep — at least, that’s how it seems.

There really isn’t much more to describe or conjecture.  Being shy, Lori avoids crowds except when author duties require her to be in the midst of one.  You will not easily notice the timid lady as she won’t be terribly talkative in a group.  She might seem a bit quirky and distracted, pensive about her latest project or a new idea that just sprang to mind.  And then again, she may be focused on an urgent errand, a purposeful endeavor.  Observe her like a creature in the wild, with care not to startle or spook.

Leave that to her.

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