A Season For Love
It’s too hot for love
the sweltering weather of summer
discourages the copulating hearts
Spring is the season
for the birds and bees
Though the bears have found joys
in the winter
hibernating and having
Like young hearts gorging themselves
on emotional ballads
Or partaking in sexual escapades
stripping down to nothing and dancing in each
Silly silly silly
to be in love
filled with love
Love is for the spring!
where all hearts meet
Their end firmly secured
in the coming fall
- A. Ramirez
A little blood and guts never hurt anyone…
My new horror novella, The Wolf is in the Blood, is now available on Amazon as an ebook for 2.99.
"It had been a particularly hard winter for the Anderson family; the debts had been piling up and the cattle had barely survived the frost. But spring was only a few weeks away and with it the days would begin to warm and the cattle could be taken and sold. Bad fortunes could be turned around and losses recouped.
But in the tail end of winter something even more sinister has come to visit them, picking the cattle off one-by-one and leaving their mutilated bodies along the foothills.
Beware the moon others had warned.
But for the Anderson family that warning would come too late - the moon was already set high in the night air and it was pushing down and it was in his bones and it was in his head.
And, as they would learn soon enough, the wolf was in the blood.”
I’m really bad at taking selfies. Someone needs to give me a turtioal on how to take a good selfie.
"Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand."