Of Writing and Witchy Living

I hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving had the most wonderful of times with family and friends. I wish those who hunger—for food, shelter, health, freedom…—find their much needed nourishment very soon. I spent most of the holiday reading about tummy medical procedures to come, and baring my teeth at what might be a mild food allergy that interferes with my swallowing… upcoming tests shall say more…

In between teeth baring and reading, I wrote poetry and fiction and crafted a bit… and worked, very slowly, on a Pay It Forward project for which I’m about three years past due *cough, cough, cough*. There has been some stretching and exercising, too. I was cleared to work out again, but at such a slow pace that the boredom might urge me to pull my hair out before I can get any real benefit from the so called physical training. Don’t start yelling, my Luvs! I am being rather careful. Patient? Well, that’s a whole different tale.

Speaking of tales and such, I finished the story inspired by “Balance”, the short Bit that won the sixth Expanding Wee Bits of Dark Fiction and Poetry. I shall publish it at the beginning of the week. It just doesn’t feel like a Thanksgiving or Thanksgiving weekend tale. Also, I’ve been editing a collection I aim to publish in the spring—in electronic and print formats *overexcited giggles and delight-filled cackles*. At the same time, I’m trying to figure out the best way to integrate my spoken words and Expanding Wee Bits features. I’m thinking of a biweekly thing… but I’m not sure yet.

Last, but never least, I’ve been finding homes for my urban driftwood—AKA all the logs and sticks I collect during my walks around my NYC woods. The piece below made the perfect shelf for “Mistress Moon”, by SunshineShelle, and its companions: Oma Linda’s wee cabinet of curiosities, Eliora’s wee bottle, and Sharon’s wand.

Urban Driftwood

What have you been up to, my Wicked Luvs?

My Reading of “Let Me Love Your Wild and Naked”

Sometimes, we just need a bit of Wild in our lives… and some Naked, too. Don’t you think so, my Wicked Luvs? I do think… and need Wild and Naked every now and again… and again. I’m sure that’s what I was thinking about when I wrote this poem, back in 2012…

Well, here is my reading of “Let Me Love Your Wild and Naked”:

I think I will do this every week… or every other week. I like the idea of sharing some spoken words, while I work on expanding my latest Bit. What do you think?

Nude, by SunshineShelle
“Nude”, by SunshineShelle


Expanding Wee Bits of Dark Fiction and Poetry, 6

Two weeks have gone by since “Weirdest” leapt in defense of her home. I’ve been a tad busy with family birthdays, medical appointments, delighting in the colors of autumn…

But I’m here now, right? And I’ve listed five of the word Bits I’ve shared on Instagram or Facebook this last handful of days. Do leave a comment letting me know which Bit you would like to see grow into a story or a full-length poem. I shall develop the one with the most votes. Please make your choice before Monday, November 23rd at 1:13pm EST.

1) Which bit do you wish me to develop?
2) Would you like your choice to be flash fiction or longer poetry?
3) *optional* Why?

Here is the short list:

Night cannot be avoided;
to preserve vision,
in light,
become the darkness.
– blacked out from the US Marine Corps Field Training Manual

“Inert Brain”
ash and air
in an inert brain—
this is death
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

crepuscular fall
a forest whispers of death—
in the hearts of poets.
– created from my Edgar Allan Poe magnetic poetry kit

Un-earth your senses;
and be.
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

Prejudice is the breath of human miseries.
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

Miseries, by Magaly Guerrero