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The shadow of a six-foot
crucifix stretches across
the back lawn, half-hidden by
walls of red climbing roses.
Hawthorne, lemon grass, and herbs
line the stone circle around
the old house, scenting the air
with protective promises.
A ball of virgin wool and
knitting needles hand-carved from
Jerusalem olive wood—
sharpened to a lethal point—
sit on the weathered porch swing.
Beyond the garden, hidden
in the trees, a well-tended
still continually brews
garlic-flavored moonshine with
Reverend-blessed holy water.
Silver-beaded scarves and shawls
hang in rooms to ward off chill
and unwanted visitors.
Generations of wisdom
taught by grannies fills the home
and defends when vampyr hunt.



C. H. Lindsay (Charlie) is an award-winning poet, writer, and life-long book-lover. Mostly blind, she lives with her “seeing-eye” husband, library of books, and a cat who is in charge. She's a member of SFWA, HWA, SFPA, and LUW. You can learn more about her at www.chlindsay.net.
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verb 4 [C] to constantly be at war, spill your blood and drink. to faint and revive yourself. to brag of your scars.
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