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 . . .

Keep The Heart Of A Child Author Reading

Fairy Fly Entertainment presents author-illustrator-poet Lori R. Lopez reading "The Dark Deep Woods" and "The Deep Dark Woods", a set of contrasting poems about the forest . . .

Poetic Reflections: Thirteen-O-Clock!

Let’s be serious. (A very stern look.) Ha, fooled ya. Probably scared you a tick or a tock if you’ll admit it. You won’t? Are you sure? Are you absolutely certain?

A World Of Words Book Trailer

A peaceful and reverent wanderer rests by a tree in a forest to read. Poet Rafael Lopez recites "The Tides Of Travel" from his book A WORLD OF WORDS . . .

Read: city of angels

Halfway to the city of angels I may have lost my mind I think it fell out the window of the car When we hit a bump on the freeway

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 . . .

Beauty

A dormant girl named Beauty, who controls and terrifies the people around her, wants to possess another girl. Quiet, don’t wake her up or there will be Hell to pay!

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 . . .

Spooked

Two unlucky individuals find themselves trapped in a haunted house, where the spirits are more than restless. They’re very disturbed. A man learns that his family’s fortune is cursed . . .

Poetic Reflections: havoc

In life there are periods of calm punctuated by phases of unrest when things become hectic. And then there are times when You-Know-Where breaks loose . . .

Sleep Of Fools

Are dreams fact or fiction? How well do we know what we do as we slumber, when we are most vulnerable? Can we trust our surroundings to be there once we open our eyes?

The Fruit Of Thy Womb

Another unique zombie tale from Lori R. Lopez, the author of “Heartbeat” and “The Lycaning”, this time with Fruit Flies and two jaded strangers who learn that they are not as alone as they think.

Poetic Reflections: bombilation

There is a lot of static in the world. The drone or buzz of contention in the air. A steady hum in your ears if you’re like me. You can hear it if you stop to listen.

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: retrospect

If people could save all of the time in a bottle that they spend in retrospect . . . clinging to what was or what could have been instead of looking forward to life, moving on . . .

Read: 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

Read: Tides Of Travel

My dear companion I treasure these moments When I am with thee Free To breathe the wind That floats aloft the sky’s saddle The winds of the world The tides of travel

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 . . .

The Lycaning

This is not your traditional wolfman tale. An inventive and original take on a horror classic, THE LYCANING creates a new breed of the monster and a society transformed by a Werewolf Apocalypse.

Poetic Reflections: never a dull moment

Life is full of contrasts and paradoxes, things that add up and things that don’t. Things that fall into place, and things that contradict themselves. Take the brightness of dull, for example.

Poetic Reflections: stark raving mad

Is there a level at which one can be considered “stark raving mad”? Some mark on a graph or meter that measures the drop-off point of sanity? Or does it vary . . .

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 . . .