My friend Tim Keeton approached me last month to become a part of a niche-worthy, if not elite, group of writers: The Undead Poets Society. (You’ll see my badge of charter membership along the right column of this page.)

My first post was a 2005 vintage, a poem called “Daylight Savings Haiku.”

My second contribution is a sensuous take on vampirehood:


Slow at first
At first,

Get that taste
That taste,
And over,
And over and over.

It is life
Your life, now
And ever.

Some have pointed out that this doesn’t necessarily “scream” vampires. Sure! Opportunity for different interpretations is one of the many beauties of abstraction…