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Brazillia R. Kreep

"[The Kreep is]…a Gothic poet and illustrator in the tradition of Edward Gorey."
-Rob Elder, Chicago Tribune

I was born Brazillia R. Kreep in Lizzard Point, NY on October 31, 1756.

The city was named after my great, great grandfather Brazillia L. Kreep. The "L" is for Lizzard and has been passed down through several generations. I am an author of dark ethereal poetry, prose, and musical cabarets. 

Please visit my hauntings here or where ever my links will take you.

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I want my new book of Gothic poems KREEPLETS to be sublime. In this quirky quest, I am diligently teaching myself to draw with a mouse. It's quite difficult and the mouse doesn't like it very much, and squeals from time t'time. Not to mention his head is all blackened from the ink.

My mouse is named Tittles.

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A photo in my faves by the completely talented Necrania Art featuring model Víla Mračilka of gorgeous mind n' soul inspired a poem about a woman scorned by love, and her desire to take her life by self incrimination.

VILA, DEAR

Lovely luring Vila, dear
How she taunted winds t'jeer
Water colored blustery skies
Drenched our brood n' whistling flies
Whipped clouds t'hide a sunny day
Then stood upon a passage way
Cleared her throat t'scream a pitch
Declared she was a willful witch

Blithely blaring Vila, dear
Made summer boil shade n' tier
Winters o' so frosty fair
Lightening fingering the air
Toads upon the village goad
Stamped her foot a mighty mode
Scolded all t'mind her rants
Warned in darkest druid chants

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The Kreep

The Kreep, according to Robert K. Elder of the Chicago Tribune, is, "…a Gothic poet and illustrator in the tradition of Edward Gorey."<blockquote>

In my Deviant Art folder are two pages from my miniature-illustrated book of poems entitled Kreepy Krumbs.  The illustration is a nod to the film The Fly, and the poem, of course, to its star Vincent Price.  

I met Vincent many years ago, in the Fall of '76.  I spent a glorious weekend with him as he toured his one-man show about the rants and writings of Edgar Allen Poe.  Vincent was grand, expressive, and quite mischievous.  We were eating at a local diner-burgers and fries, if you can imagine-and the waitress kindly asked if her friend at the cashier might have his autograph.  She was asking because her friend was simply too frightened to do so.  Afterwards, we stood patiently in line to pay our bill.  When he stood face t'face with the shy cashier, he waited until they locked eyes and then he bellowed  "Boo"!  She screamed a good one, and he laughed out-loud as only Vincent could.

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Brazillia R. Kreep
The Kreep

The Kreep, according to Robert K. Elder of the Chicago Tribune, is, "…a Gothic poet and illustrator in the tradition of Edward Gorey."

The Kreep, according to Robert K. Elder of the Chicago Tribune, is, "…a Gothic poet and illustrator in the tradition of Edward Gorey."