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Heat
I lay as still as death on the marble floor. My skin seemed to melt, not like candle wax, but like burning hard sealing wax. Hair twisted around my neck and clung to my forehead. I couldn’t open my...
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Hot Sweaty Necks and Cocktails
I tell my kids that summer is a different sort of time for Vampires. One has to deal with hot sweaty salty necks and an assortment of other yucky summer fun. Yes, sweaty body parts are disgusting. I’m...
View ArticleHeat, Religion, Frogs, and Old People
I could wax poetically about temperature but it is in the triple digits farenehight outside. Any wax is going to melt and I’m not feeling too poetic. Yesterday afternoon, a man came to my church...
View ArticleSolstice
Summer Solstice Today is the first day of summer. It doesn’t mean we’re going to have a chanting ceremony to ancient gods or seek out rocks to hug. We’re Vampires, so we’re not chanters. The first...
View ArticleFire And The Cool Dark Places Of Summer
With summer we don’t welcome in the fire season, but fire season is here none the less. I had to go downtown this morning, and from the freeway saw two plumes of fire coming up as if the entire world...
View ArticleFrogs, Love, and Hell
I believe I’ve used the frog story before, but I shall tell it again. Put a cold cast iron skillet on a cold burner on your stove. Gas works best. Place a large, live, cold blooded frog in the center...
View ArticleIn the Distance on a Hot Day – Random Thoughts from Vampire Maman
In the distance From my street I can see snow On the mountains It was a hundred degrees today I think of creatures In their dens In their trees The hummingbirds At the feeder. Then you have to wonder...
View ArticleVlad’s Vampire Diary: Flip Flop
Dear Diary, For the past week the days have brought hellish heat. I am a Vampire so I know what hellish is. For three hundred years I was trapped in a crypt, only to come out five years ago. I had no...
View ArticleVlad’s Vampire Diary: Look it up
Dear Diary, My hair has become as long as it was in the 18th Century. I have no problem with this situation. The sixteen year old girl who lives two houses down said I look like a rock star. I know...
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