A lost child sits in the lonely box.
Oppressive, cold, and dark
-- It is home.

Every day the same.
Wake before dawn,
Jump into crystalline air.
-- Shower.

No one can see
Her porcelain dress
-- When the lid is down.

A quick brush,
The right blouse
-- Work.

And yet she dances
-- For herself

Be sure to put on a show
-- For others

-- Until the music stops

Minerva
February 20, 2002

October 27, 2007 (AP) -- Thousands of miles from the European mountain forests where vampire legends were cultivated, a depressed economy and a dwindling population stalk the cotton fields of northeast Louisiana. But in the East Carroll Parish community of Transylvania, a new owner may breathe life into an ailing little business that capitalizes on the town's unusual name and its landmark bat-emblazoned water tower.

For over an hour Ernest paced up and down his room, wildly excited by Ethel's revelations. It required an immense amount of self-control for him to pen the following lines to Jack: "I need you. Come."

The lunatic inside my soul reaches out and touching you gently brings forth the blood from your multiple wounds.
Like a cat licking cream off its paw, I taste you and you are ever so sweet.
Like sin melting on the tongue, and the smell of jasmine in the air to cover the scent of you.
That powerful aphrodisiac that leaves me weak and wet.
The kaleidoscope of images from one single dream one single touch.
And I can feel you under my claws and the pain is so exquisite, I want to bleed with you.