Ron. Lavalette
He’s sick to death of reading about people who spend all their time reading about werewolves and zombies. He tries to spend at least an hour every day in the bookstore café, having a quiet cup of coffee and writing about whatever else comes into his mind, but—no matter how hard he tries—his fans come in to stand behind him and prod him to wake the sleeping dead, outfit the living with glowing eyes and fangs.
“There must be something more,” he thinks, knowing full well that there isn’t. He turns to confront them, but it’s clear that resistance is futile.
They unzip his skull and feast on his brain.
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Ron. Lavalette is a very widely-published poet living on the Canadian border in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom, land of the fur-bearing lake trout and the bilingual stop sign. His work, both poetry and short prose, has appeared extensively in journals, reviews, and anthologies ranging alphabetically from Able Muse and the Anthology of New England Poets through the World Haiku Review and Your One Phone Call. A reasonable sample of his published work can be viewed at EGGS OVER TOKYO.