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.

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!

Sweet and Dark Pleasures Should Be Shared

Most flowers save their delights for Spring. Not my Montauk daisy. She enjoys blooming for Autumn. Either that, or she prefers to flourish whenever Nature’s skirts go from greens to golds to crimsons… towards the arms of Winter’s dark.

Last week, I wrote about screams that meant nothing and of lovers who know ink. There was pleasure and chocolate and poetry… on Instagram (I brought it here, in case you missed it—sweet and dark pleasures should be shared with all). 😉

Pleasure is dark
and you,
whispering poetry
on my spine.

Speaking of sharing and of sweetness and of friends with spines…

Emma, mistress of Groovy Gothic, sent me a raven, a hammer, a blade, some dark words a red death. Yep, I’ve been grinning like the happiest of maniacs.

Stacy, from Magic Love Crow, blessed me with a murder of crows to stick with… I’ve stared at them for days, trying to figure out what surface deserves this beauty.

Then, when I thought my grin couldn’t get any bigger, Ms Misantropia presented me with a silver hammer that proved me completely wrong. My grin has grown to nearly violent proportions.

Emma, Stacy, and Katarina, you rocketh my October very mucho *wild giggles*. Thank you so much. I’ll treasure your gifts… always.

I’ve been doing wild things with words in them. What have you been up to?