Children Without Innocence (Acoustic Version)
Presenting the very first video release of a song written by Lori R. Lopez back in 1993, performed live with her sons Noel and Rafael as The Fairyflies . . .
The Queen Of Redmir
A legendary archer is summoned from his tomb to uncover a plot against a queen and help regain her throne in the third LASTENBERG tale.
Follow The Magick Series
Come with us on our Magickal journey! Watch the first web series from Fairy Fly Entertainment on YouTube!
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.
Single: Keep The Heart Of A Child
Keep The Heart Of A Child, is a song written by Lori R. Lopez in 1992. The song’s lyrics are featured in the poetry collection by the same name.
Keep The Heart Of A Child (Acoustic Version)
“How many wistful dreams are cast upon the stars at night?” Family folk Band The Fairyflies perform a song written in 1992 by Lori R. Lopez, for the first time!
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 . . .
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?
The Fairyflies
Fairyfly is a mother and sons band realizing a long-held dream of making music together. Lori R. Lopez started writing ballads in the early 80's . . .
Poetic Reflections: Mothers
I was planning to call this “Blank”. I had even typed it up at the top in preparation, but at the last minute I decided to change the theme . . .
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.
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 . . .
Opon-Hul
A legendary archer is summoned from his tomb to battle a beast and save the world in the first LASTENBERG tale. The tales of Lastenberg relate the hero's on-going battle against evil.
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: lake monsters
Fishing about in my brainpool for a suitable title and theme of my next poetry column, I hooked a big one. You know the beast, one of those grandiose whoppers that gives birth to legends.
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: 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 . . .
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.
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.
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 . . .
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 . . .
