Showing posts with label Fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fear. Show all posts

Monday, June 15, 2015

Rich Orth Whisper on the Wind

Order audiobook @ rrockhopper@hotmail.com
Who comes to mind when one thinks of dark poetry? Edgar Allen Poe, of course. He lived well over a century ago, spawned generation after generation of inspired writers, making him immortal of sorts. There are countless movies, plays, voiced over videos and even museums dedicated to him. But what about dark poetry since his era? Is there no one left today to carry on?

I’m sure there are countless dark poets out there, posting their muses on Facebook, on blogs, in magazines and e-zines. Some are better than others. Some stand out completely from the pack. Rich Orth is one of these types.

I’ve been a fan of Rich’s work for a while now. It’s dark, creepy, terrifying, everything you’d expect in a dark poet. But Rich’s work is much more than that. There is intelligence in the madness of his words, spellbinding, yet subtle enough for his audience to draw their own conclusions to the meaning of his twisted yarns.
Rich Orth
Ya' see, Rich is not a mass-murdering maniac detailing horrific fantasies before acting on them. Rich is a humble, kind-hearted family man and animal lover. From just having a conversation with him, you’d never know he’d be able to visit the dark side and so easily conjure up visions of human demons acting so inhumane that it will make your toes curl.

And there lies this man’s genius. He’s just an everyday guy, with a gift of penning incredibly entertaining dark poetry. And while it might be in the vain of Poe, Rich is his own man, and has taken the horror poetry genre somewhere altogether different. Rich owns a distinctive macabre style, and it begs to be heard. This isn’t your grandfather’s scary campfire stories, his gems are where the past meets the future and is transformed into pure masterpieces of beautifully dark librettos of pain and passion.

Still, in the world of the internet, it isn’t always as easy for writers to find readers and for readers to find quality writers. Oversaturation makes it very difficult to wade through the slush to find the real deal. Rich Orth is the real deal. That’s why he, and Adam Ginsberg, (an American actor, producer, voice artist and talk show host from Long Island, New York.) who provides his distinctive voice to the audio project, teamed up to make a tome of Rich’s poetry with spoken word over the creepiest of music in mp3 format. The result is terrifying perfection called Whisper on the Wind.

Adam Ginsberghttp://www.imdb.com/name/nm3714815/bio?ref_=nm_ov_bio_sm


Listening to Rich’s audio book, Whisper on the Wind, opens up his works in a brand new way. Like a new type of meditation, the darkness of Rich’s poetry comes through to terrify the senses in a way not many people on this Earth can conjure.

To inquire about purchasing an audio (mp3) copy of this fantastically macabre work of dark poetry, please contact Rich Orth @ rrockhopper@hotmail.com. (The audio book is in a link form...no shipping, no cd...just download to your device and enjoy....once purchased Rich will personally send you an email with the link, no middleman needed...53 poems covering the gamut of my writing styles brought to life by the voice talent of Adam Ginsberg and the engineering skills of Robert Frankenberg!)He does accept PayPal payments.


Rich also has written works available for purchase @ Amazon. http://www.amazon.com/Rich-Orth/e/B00D5SKHKM

Rich Orth

Monday, April 13, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark: Coralie Rowe’s Bloodied Masses


Coralie Rowe
Coralie Rowe’s Bloodied Masses

The tide has turned, now they fall
Demonic creatures victorious
Bodies lay spent
Blood seeps
Gore lies upon the ground
Arms and legs have been rent
Intestines flow Slimy silvery snakes
Oozing rancid defecations
Coating the landscape
A macabre imagery
Of twisted moaning piles of flesh

Part corpses of the severed
Try to claw and crawl
Dragging, a blood slick trail
The sound of agony
The screams of annihilation
Carry clear in the crisp air
The heat of battles dies
Along with the dissipating heat
Of the bloodied masses

The blood hazed crowd
Watching this violence
Howl for more
Jeering as one almighty monster
They are unrelenting, one voice
MORE .. MORE.. MORE

The killing field is cleared in haste
The dead and dying
Stacked atop another
A tilted pile of flesh and bone
Marbling together

The writhing mob grows impatient
Awaiting the next installment
Of blood curdled screams
The demolition of bodies
The dissection of life
This gruesome game
Perpetually plays on

Coralie Rowe is new to the writing scene.  Previously being a baker by trade, now a mum. Rowe found an interest in writing poetry, and has been published in several horror anthologies recently.