Tim Burton à la Peculiar

A year or so ago, I saw Tim Burton’s name and Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children in the same sentence. I’m pretty sure I had a joy-induced heart attack. The novel is perfectly creepy. Our dear Señor Burton makes creepy delectable. Well, he does it for me. So yes, I’m thrilled and then some about the movie… which will be out today. My nephew and I will watch it tomorrow. Until then, I shall celebrate the occasion with a trio of illustrated haiku… obviously.

tim-burtons-miss-peregrines-home-for-peculiar-children-1murder on the brow,
the peculiar acolytes
of Miss Peregrine

tim-burtons-miss-peregrines-home-for-peculiar-children-2an eyeball ablaze
and crimson wings at his back—
Horace or a Borg?

tim-burtons-miss-peregrines-home-for-peculiar-children-3the heart of a bird
gripping wood, rope and metal
for the eyeless Wight

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This is my entry for the Tim Burton Blog Bash, hosted by Little Gothic Horrors and Holly’s Horrorland; stop by their blogs to delight in more Burton yum. And if you haven’t done it yet, I hope you consider joining Witches in Fiction 2016: Spelling Healing into a Rotting World.

Creative Collaborations and Sponsors for Witches in Fiction 2016

One of the things I love most about Witches in Fiction (and other themed blog parties) is seeing the wonders different souls can create, while being inspired by the same idea. This might be one of the reasons why I find so much joy in the creation of the party banner. I tell Shelle what I’m thinking, she tells me what she thinks about it, we rant and shake our fists, and awesome is born.

When I started writing this post, my intention was to explore the different bits that inspired the Spelling Healing into a Rotting World painting. Then I thought of something, which I believe is better: I would love to know what you see in the following close-ups of the painting. Tell me about the expressions on the faces, about the items included in the painting, about the colors, the mood, the feels…

the Painter
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the Writer
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she could be the Knitter, the Singer, the Ninja, the Potion Maker (the Potion Sniffer?)
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the Gardener
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the Sculptor
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I plan to examine the painting in the future. When I do, I want to include your insights. I’m really, really, really curious to learn what you see. I think this painting tells so many tales…

Sponsorship… There are 5 artists sponsoring this year’s party: Alchemy & Ashes, Eliora, Three Cats and a Broom, SunshineShelle, and Touch of the Goddess. They have filled the 5 individual slots I set aside for this year. However, there is a lot of room left in The Basket: the last giveaway of the party, which will include my own giveaway and the giveaways of anyone who wishes to sponsor starting today. If you are interested, please email me at magalyguerrero @ live . com.

P.S. This just occurred to me… My contribution for this year’s party will be a story inspired by Shelle’s painting. I will try to incorporate “what you see” in the tale. I always love what we create together (like “On the Wheel of Living and Dying”). What do you see, my Wicked Luvs?

Fall in the Coffee Cherry

“You have no seasons in that small island of yours,” she says, with a smile that stinks of nurtured ignorance and mirth-rich malice. “That is why your people migrate to our lands, right? Searching for more, wanting better, needing our green Springs and the vivid orange of our Falls? So sad.”

For a fiery moment, I taste her nasty thoughts wanting to crawl into my words. But I magic the flames into a knowing grin—she shan’t pull her rot out of my tongue. And I speak my truth: “In my small island, Fall sleeps in the reds of the coffee cherry. We arouse it awake with our fingers, berry by berry, until our baskets are full of warming cups. We drink October all year long. And so do you. But the taste buds of your spirit are dead. So you fail to notice. So very sad.”

the reddest berries
lose their dresses for the Fall,
to warm coffee cups

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the wee notes…
– All right, so maybe a wee bit of her nastiness touched my pen’s tongue *cough, cough cackle*.
– In the bit of the Dominican Republic where I was born, coffee harvest used to begin in October.
– Linked to Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – Crunching, Crinkling Autumn swirling in the Breeze.

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