Mistakes Grow Twisted Bones

When rooted in casual cruelty,
mistakes pollute the blood,
grow twisted bones,
coat the throat with kindling;

laughter turns into breath-pilfering fires
that burn on the tip of the tongue,
forcing the spirit to crave for mercy
it hasn’t served to others.

Crows hear the screams of the rotten
(feed on them);
when carrion eaters go for the heart,
when howling flesh fills the ears of their guts,
a murder and two births change everything.

Process Note: Below are “Blooming Howls” 1 and 2, by Gina Morley, paintings inspired by my Blooming Howls short story collection. Gina painted a critical moment in the lives of two of the characters in the first story. This poem adds another layer to said moment.

linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Tuesday Platform–on Wednesday *cough*)

Blooming Howls 3

Blooming Howls 2

Blooming Howls 1

You thought I forgot to announce the winners of my “As Deliciously Geeky as Me” giveaway, didn’t you? Just kidding, I know you trust your wicked witchy writer, right? *cough*

Here are the winners (in the order they were selected by Random.Org):
Rommy – Pop Sonnets: Shakespearean Spins on Your Favorite Songs
Ashley (Ash_Lynn)The Matryoshku Murders
JonquilGarlic, an Edible Biography: The History, Politics, and Mythology behind the World’s Most Pungent Food—with over 100 Recipes

Congratulations, my Wicked Darlings! Please send me an email (magalyguerrero @ live . com) with your mailing address. I hope you enjoy the reading, and tell me all about it. 😉

Flying towards Balance

All right, mayhap“flying” is too swift of a word, since the process towards reclaiming my muscles and balance is going sooo s l o w… But I’m definitely moving forward (and steady) into the land of not-having-to-sleep-half-my-days-and-most-of-my-nights away. Yesterday, I went through the last of a series of treatments for my tummy, intestines and colon—don’t ask for details, or I might feel the share them, and disgust you all the way to oblivion… Let’s just celebrate that it’s over for now.

My next few months of blogging will probably be full of tales, poems and posts that will dance with the horrors of health-prompted dieting and the delights of seeing my sexy lady lumps lose one pound of oppressing plump at a time. The weight I’ve put on while being nearly sedentary, and going from medication to medication, is something that worries me. Diabetes keeps on winking at me, whispering, “We have history, witchy woman. I’m at home with most of your family *wink, wink*.” My plan is to do all I can to eye-gouge the bastard. The idea of adding another chronic illness to my repertoire makes me a little sick. Ha! Rereading that last sentence made me laugh aloud.

I’m getting better; I foresee my life getting back to its usual rhythm by the end of this week. Fingers crossed, right? The “getting better” bit was supposed to start happening two weeks ago, but there was a complication with my asthma medication… and the results of said complication prescribed some more rest. Well, I’m rested. Okay, all this resting is getting on my nerves. I miss moving, doing, being…

By the way, if you haven’t read “As Deliciously Geeky as Me”, take a look-see; go a little wild… perhaps enter my post BookCon giveaway? It closes tomorrow, June 9th, at 11:59 EDT. At the moment, my eyes aren’t closing on me… so I get to spend a couple of hours lurking around your cyber-homes. I’m curious to read/see/feel the things you shared while I was sleeping… Were they wicked and fun and delicious?

Witch in JeansThis lovely photo is the work of Judy Stearns. I’ve had it for five years. I framed it (myself *cough*). I took this picture of it, by accident. And I like it so much that I wanted to share it.