Poetry in the Age of New Media: Lewis LaCook

Here’s a little Hallowe’en treat!

Since Samhain is yet again upon us, I decided I would finish up this track that I’ve been toiling away at for the past month. Haunted with spooky sounds and a near/neo disco groove, Grayson Hall rises up from the murky depths of the old house at Collinwood to boogie her way back into New Media Poetry. Yes, I know: another Dark Shadows themed bit of audio. But Grayson Hall seems intrinsic to the camp that was this gothic ’60s soap opera, and she deserves to get down with her bad self. Of course, I just couldn’t resist.