At Louche Ends: Poetry for the Decadent, the Damned and the Absinthe-Minded

Bitter herbs. Icy droplets. Saccharine morsels. Sapphire flames. This notorious libation of La Belle Époque swirls and clouds as an opalescent collection of verse so impassioned that to overindulge could be deadly. Read with care — and plenty of sugar cubes.

“Dark, visionary, and at times demonic, the poems in Maria Alexander’s AT LOUCHE ENDS, live up to the book’s 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.”

–Bruce 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.

–Deborah 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."

–Corrine De Winter, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of The Women at the Funeral

"Maria Alexander’s At Louche Ends is an exercise in girding one’s broken heart and uncrossing one’s fishnetted legs with an Adam Ant-load of New Romantic firepower…"

–Gram Ponante, Fleshbot

 "A narcotic for the senses."

–Hellnotes