The Child Empress of Mars

by C. Jane Washburn, based on The Child Empress of Mars by Theodora Goss in Interfictions 2

15" tall x 12" long Art Doll – Mixed Media: wire, tape, polyclay, semi-precious stones, found objects, fur scraps, silk, acrylics.

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    A Taste of Interfictions 2
    • “Work dried up after the crash. My magazine folded, and the creditors came around demanding the office furniture and telephone and rent. They got one chair, a cancelled stamp, and a hundred and twelve copies of the second edition of Honeypot which didn't sell as well as the first. "And why should it?" Betsy asked. "Nobody's into poetry. Especially in the language of bees. They could be saying anything."”
      From: For the Love of Carrots by Kelly J. Cogswell
    • “Just before I dozed off to sleep last night, I had a vision. I saw, with my eyes closed, a room that was wallpapered with the most amazing scenery of a battle between angels and demons. It was brilliantly colorful and so amazingly detailed. I can still see the deep red of the evil horde, their barbed tails and bat wings – classic Madison Avenue horned demons, but playing for keeps, slaying angels with their tridents. The angels wore billowing white robes and, of course, had feathered wings in contrast to the slick rodent ones of the enemy. Halos, gleaming swords, harps to call the troops to charge, they poured out of the clouds, riding beams of light toward earth where the demons crawled out of cracks in the ground, smoking volcano craters, and holes in giant trees.”
      From: The War Between Heaven and Hell Wallpaper by Jeffrey Ford
    • “My father's oldest brother was at the age when little boys fall in love with war. In the family's rush to get downstairs, no one noticed that he had brought his favorite hat into the basement, the one that superficially resembled the square czapka with the scarlet band of the Zandarmeria, the Polish Military Police. When the gun shots, the screams, and the smoke had cleared, the Germans discovered that their fugitive Polish soldier was just a ten year old boy.”
      From: Count Poniatowski and the Beautiful Chicken by Elizabeth Ziemska
    • “Hey Chipper, Mr. Anderson
      That’s Guy, not Garry,
      or Gary or even Garie
      Wants us to dialog in Haiku?

      Huh? He wants dialog In Haiku?
      Why does that sound kuku?”
      From: The Chipper Dialogs by Ronald Pasquariello

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