Feb 27, 2017


Persuaded by late-night movies of Lugosi,
I shrouded myself with Grandfather’s brown
bathrobe and became Dracula. On moonless nights,

I left the refrigerator door ajar to create Nosferatu shadows.
The fedora box on the commode looked like a cat,
a gargantuan bat, a beheaded horseman.

My slippers scraped against the marble of the corridor.
The door to Grandmother’s bedroom creaked.
I needed canines like Lugosi, so I reached

for the wet dentures in the yogurt container
and flipped over the cross on the nightstand.
Grandmother’s skeletal fingers grabbed my thieving wrist.

Don’t you dare, she whispered. Go to bed.

—Shahé Mankerian



Mankerian will be one of four distinguished poets and Laureates to read and discuss work…

Sunday, March 5th, 4-5 p.m.
Flintridge Bookstore & Coffeehouse in La Cañada
1010 Foothill Blvd, La Cañada Flintridge 91011
For more info, visit Golden Foothills Press on Facebook here

Also reading is Marlene Hitt who contributed her poem, “Blind-Born Fish,” to Write Here:





Flintridge Books

Lyd and Mo Photography

Louis Jane Studios

Homage Pasadena