Our Strange Creature

She touches us to make herself and others feel. She doesn’t push, or force us to do unspeakable things. In her eyes, a wild hunger forever yearns for new ways to suck on life’s bloody bones and share the taste with all. Her kind has heart and brain that must feel deep and tell true, or implode. Emotions are her most valuable playthings, reality a malleable tool. She can be silent, but her mind and tongue stay at the ready. When her ink quickens, the best of us burst out of her fingertips to spread our feels.

“I played with rare things—
brains in love. Lust? Yes, with care.
Lust never plays fair.
He will ride you for three lines
and leave you without ending.”

She knows we are as real as she is fresh, as wicked as people make us, ever-willing to change and grow. We tell tales like few others can. The smallest of us can put an end to wasteful death, agree to live. Have you ever met them? No? Yes? They are famous.

“Nouns are made of dough,
best when mixed and teased till… ‘Yum!’
Once, I ate a verb
that filled me with wanting
to be sated by poems.”

She’s our strange creature, crazy about us (sane, too… but only on days when the world turns into a rotting lemon that allows for no enjoyably practical approach). We love how she writes us. She loves how we ride her. We live in her blood. She breathes through all of us. Once, she ate Love in three bites and he curled up around her bones.

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the wee notes…
– Written for October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly, 2017: Love Is Love Is Love… and Words. Our posts must contain one magical element (the narrator of the prose bits is a Word Collective) and some sort of love (my chosen loves are, well… Words).
– This is pure word lust. I had a world of fun thinking about it, and then writing it to share with you. Cackles reigned. I hope you enjoy it (and Love really loves it). 😉
– Linked to Poets United.

part of the blackout that inspired this poem
see the complete piece on my Instagram

“Love Is Love…”, by the sweetest and dearest Shelle Kennedy
(she paid me to say that… in mango frosting)

Welcome to October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly, 2017

artwork by Shelle Kennedy

I believe writing fills emptiness. Words help heal hurts. Stories spell fantasies real. For these, and many other reasons, I invite you to write about your art with me.

The topic is simple: Love Is Love Is Love… and Words. Let’s art our loves with words in them. You can share a story or poem about why you love writing poetry, or telling tales, or singing, or painting, or dancing, or sculpting, or knitting, or bedazzling the skulls of your enemies and friends… write about the art you are happiest to create.

Your posts must contain at least one magical element and some sort of love (dark love, sweet love, ridiculous love, terrifying love, insane love, gentle love…). Short stories should not be longer than 513 words and poems no longer than 5 stanzas. Please visit the original announcement post for more details.

The fun starts, um… now! It will continue until Tue, Oct 31st, at 10:13 pm EDT. Add the direct link to your post to the InLinkz tool (below). Have a blast visiting other Wicked Luvs who are also sharing their Heart-Bits.

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some other (maybe important) bits…
– If those of you who have been around for the last eight years are wondering about giveaways, well… wonder no more—there will be a giveaway in a few days.
– I will delete any link that is just spam or that has nothing to do with the theme.
– What else? Oh, yes, let’s art this party with words in it!