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| DARK ALLEYS |
| Trepidatious Hangout of Poet/Fiction Writer |
| and Digital Artist |
| S.L. Robinson |
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| Welcome to the alleys of my soul........ |
| Allow me to introduce myself; I dream, observe, listen, taste, feel, participate, sniff, cry, laugh, scream......and then, I create. |
| I am a member of Horror Writers Association, Garden State Horror Writers and the Chiaroscuro. By day, I am a Certified Veterinary Technician in a 24-hour emergency animal hospital. My husband, Randy, two wolf hybrids, Schultz and Fenris, and I live in a damp, moldy alley in the Pacific Northwest. |
| NEWS |
| Updated 01/21/02 |
| I've made it to the Preditors and Editors Readers' Poll ballot for |
| Poet Published in 2001. To check it out (and perhaps vote!) go to www.critters.org/predpoll |
| before January 31st. |
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| My digital art, poetry and prose can be enjoyed in |
| the Garden State Horror Writers' brand new |
| CD collection, In A Fearful State. Order information |
| is available at the GSHW site. |
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| Shikhar Dixit and I have sold our first collaborative effort |
| in a short story entitled "The Celestial Eye". It will appear in |
| the October 2002 issue of Underworlds. |
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| DNA Publications has chosen my poem "Understudy" for |
| inclusion in a Best Of Dreams of Decadence compilation to be |
| published by ROC Books. The poem appeared in DofD's Spring 1998 issue |
| with two others as part of the Featured Poet section. |
| Poke a Stick at the Head Rat |
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| Dark Alleys |
| There exist dark alleys of |
| the city...the mind...the soul. |
| Explore any with caution, |
| ever aware that what lurks |
| in the shadows might not be |
| just your imagination. |
| Who's to say that dark alleys |
| in the city are different |
| from those of less tangible, |
| more ethereal places? |
| Creatures scavenge, garbage rots, |
| every step is uncertain. |
| Every mortal fears dark alleys, |
| wherever they may be located, |
| whatever they may be comprised, |
| whomever may dwell there. |
| Why they exist is the real question, |
| the puzzle that plagues. |
| Do we need adrenaline rushes? |
| to have our blood run cold? |
| quick glimpses of evil? |
| a chance to scream? |
| Yes. Yes, we do. |
| - S.L. Robinson |
| Copyright 1998 |
| Published in Vortex of the Macabre, March 1999 |
| All written contents on this site Copyright 2000-2001 S.L. Robinson, unless otherwise noted. |
| All rights reserved. |