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    Spectral Horse Poems No. 6
    Spectral Horse Poems No. 6
    Spectral Horse Poems No. 6
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    Spectral Horse Poems No. 6

    By Simon Pole

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    Where generations meet, conflict is sure to follow and so it is when two vampires, one father, one son, reunite in the ancient crypt that spawned them both. Read the full tale in The Vampire’s Lament, a verse novella in 41 stanzas. Long lyric poems will also explore the state of Rome both before and after the resurrection, and Mary’s response to the life and crucifixion of her son. Shorter verse charts the possible geometry and mathematics of God, the married life, and the dependability of old hats. Murder also makes a brief appearance.

    No. 6 in the Spectral Horse chapbook series from Simon Pole, author of The Saga of Terminal City.

    Poems included:

    The Vampire’s Lament
    Rome Grew Ready
    Mary and The Son of Man
    Old Hat
    In The Vanguard
    God the Future, God the Past
    The Married Life

    Bio

    His mind corrupted by childhood exposure to horror movie matinees, but equally enthralled by the atmosphere of old churches, Simon Pole writes cosmic poetry from the location of Vancouver, British Columbia. A graduate of Harvard University, Simon has continued his studies of what is hidden in the dark. Writing is also in his blood, being the great-great-grandson of early Canadian poet Susie Drury.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSimon Pole
    Release dateAug 11, 2017
    ISBN9781370521562
    Spectral Horse Poems No. 6
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    Simon Pole

    His mind corrupted by childhood exposure to horror movie matinees, but equally enthralled by the atmosphere of old churches, Simon Pole writes cosmic poetry from the location of Kingsville, Ontario. A graduate of Harvard University, Simon has continued his studies of what is hidden in the dark. Writing is also in his blood, being the great-great-grandson of early Canadian poet Susie Drury.

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