à la Magaly

Remember that bit about how Life Is Selfish…? Well, I think life dearest took offense to my rather rash words and decided that I obviously did not know the meaning of selfish, and since she adores dealing in lessons, she would take the time to show me how things work when she truly chooses to be in charge.

My schedule is a mess. I usually get at least one day of the week that is just for me, but… no more. I’ve done my ranting and teeth baring. Now, I shall sit still on Chaos’s head, facing forward, waiting until I can drop onto his shoulder and ride him through the mess, until he stops bucking and we start dancing as one.

Until that wondrously tidy dance starts, I shall do what I always do. 

“Overuse the words shall and bit more than is decent?” says the exasperating voice of my Maddening in-Head Editor. 

No, you nosy little bastard, I shall do things à la Magaly. 

“In French? Oh, I didn’t know you could—” 

If you would let me write uninterrupted for 3 seconds, I might—

Um… sorry, my Wicked Luvs, my in-head editor’s mouth is bigger than mine at times *cough*. Anyway, I will approach things the Magaly way. I will work with what I have, when I can, in ways that satisfy my creative wants and needs. Yep, it shall be me, me, me—

“And me?” 

Yes, and you, Maddening in-Head Editor, since one must never lose sight of one’s insanity.  

So, the shape of my blogging will change… again. I shall post more often than I did before. But the posts will be short and seldom linked to prompts. I predict micro-fiction, cherita, haiku, tanka, and senryū dancing cheerfully (and wildly) with pictures, bits of witchy living, and glimpses into my writing day.

I think those of you who have been with me since the beginning will like this. Me? Well, I’m certain I shall love every bit of it. The days ahead look shadow-clad and murk-kissed, so I’m strapping on my wings. The Muse and I, and yes, the Maddening in-Head Editor, too, know just how to soar in the dark.

Fly with me…

 


The stunning work of my dear friend, Stacy, mistress of Magic Love Crow.

 

Slaughter Prejudice Like a Lady

A dear friend of mine is turning 82-years-strong in a couple of days. For her birthday, she asked for her Devils—as in Marine Corps Devil Dogs—to dye their hair blood red, navy blue, or white. Some of my medical issues make it dangerous for me to dye my hair using the options she provides. So, instead of coloring my hair, I decided to create two art-full-and-love-touched pieces inspired by some of the traits that make me admire the birthday girl.

The first piece was “How to Keep Wannabe Autocrats from Walling Your Weird (in 5 not-so-easy steps)”. The blackout poem bit I’m sharing now is the second. But… those of you who know me also know that I can’t stand even numbers, so I shall post a third bit on Wednesday. That one will focus on two of my friend’s favorite pastimes: reading about mythical creatures and dissecting what strangers share about themselves in personal ads.

Anyhoo, here is the blackout, frankensteined to life with paint and pens and markers and needles and red thread and a page out of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and other scraps. Did I mention that my friend loves swords almost as much as she loves the idea of living in a world where everybody matters? Well, she does. And she has been fighting for that all her life.

Slaughter prejudice like a lady.