Portrait of a Modern Vampire

“The Count was clearly a fair-minded man. Anyone who didn’t think so deserved to die.” ~ Carpe Jugulum, by Terry Pratchett

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Your blood means little
to him, fear and praise are food.
Starve his vanity—
make him choke on your backbone,
drown his madness with your truth.

His mirrors spew fibs
he spreads like Agent Orange.
Give him no access—
protect your yard with knowledge,
fight what lies in the gas! GAS!

His mirror spews fibs.

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for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and Vampire’s Day Soirée.

by Anna Kulakovskaja
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Slaughter Prejudice Like a Lady

A dear friend of mine is turning 82-years-strong in a couple of days. For her birthday, she asked for her Devils—as in Marine Corps Devil Dogs—to dye their hair blood red, navy blue, or white. Some of my medical issues make it dangerous for me to dye my hair using the options she provides. So, instead of coloring my hair, I decided to create two art-full-and-love-touched pieces inspired by some of the traits that make me admire the birthday girl.

The first piece was “How to Keep Wannabe Autocrats from Walling Your Weird (in 5 not-so-easy steps)”. The blackout poem bit I’m sharing now is the second. But… those of you who know me also know that I can’t stand even numbers, so I shall post a third bit on Wednesday. That one will focus on two of my friend’s favorite pastimes: reading about mythical creatures and dissecting what strangers share about themselves in personal ads.

Anyhoo, here is the blackout, frankensteined to life with paint and pens and markers and needles and red thread and a page out of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and other scraps. Did I mention that my friend loves swords almost as much as she loves the idea of living in a world where everybody matters? Well, she does. And she has been fighting for that all her life.

Slaughter prejudice like a lady.