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.

 

Chasing Wholeness with a Knife

her nightmares

seek asylum
in uncanny ink,

bled by a tongue
bitten hard
by her own teeth

– – –

a broken woman

forever chasing
wholeness with a knife,

cutting through all
she wants
but fails to understand

– – –

all pitied her,

before
she maimed the village.

“I just wanted
to fix you,” she said again,
believing the lie

 

part of the inspiration behind this cherita trio,
the rest is in the wee notes

the wee notes…
– after two people got into a fistfight, over James Comey and 45 (one called 45 a liar and Comey a patriot, the other called Comey a traitor and 45 a necessity), an old-timer said to me, “And that’s the bad of it. That man’s lies cut people.” I have no idea if he was talking about Comey or about the Orange Infection. But the words stayed with me, the image of lies cutting through people like a knife.
– linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.