Bitter herbs. Icy droplets. Saccharine morsels. Sapphire flames. This notorious libation of La Belle Ăpoque swirls and clouds as an opalescent collection of verse so impassioned that to overindulge could be deadly. Read with care â and plenty of sugar cubes.
âDark, visionary, and at times demonic, the poems in Maria Alexanderâs AT LOUCHE ENDS, live up to the bookâs subtitle: Poetry for the Decadent, the Damned and the Absinthe-Minded. Highly recommended for a fearsome late night read, but not for the faint of heart.â
âBruce Boston, Bram Stoker Award author of Dark Matters
"Dark as night, sexy as hell, this collection of poetry is not one you will easily forget.
âDeborah P Kolodji, President, Science Fiction Poetry Association
"Acute and often painful, Maria Alexander's poetry speaks volumes to the heart of mankind and its eternal fears. At Louche Ends promises to be a timeless and rare collection."
âCorrine De Winter, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of The Women at the Funeral
"Maria Alexanderâs At Louche Ends is an exercise in girding oneâs broken heart and uncrossing oneâs fishnetted legs with an Adam Ant-load of New Romantic firepowerâŠ"
âGram Ponante, Fleshbot
"A narcotic for the senses."
âHellnotes