Become the Uncanny

I know the darkness dancing in my gaze, how the rained-on-muddy-brown that fills my eyes is drunk on midnight and secrets. I glance at your face and feel… the need to invite your soul-tellers to look inside my heart. Can you see what blooms in there? The parts of me (growing deep-deep-deep), the pieces that mirror the bits you (almost) never show to the world? I see you, know you… because strange takes time to find itself. I searched for you and found you because the world is broken, slightly rotten… and I can’t fix it alone.

I’m using my weird
to kick impossible’s butt—
hope is exotic.
Let’s become the uncanny
change that makes happy the norm.

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– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

A Stitched October’s Heart-Bits Giveaway

I took “Our Strange Creature”, some recycled coffee filters and paper, red and black thread, a needle, a pen, a handful of mirth, and stitched it into a 5-page book. I felt a blast of soothing yum as I wrote and ripped and eyeballed and stitched up my words. The result is rough—firsts often are. Still, if you win it, I hope you love it as I do.

The title is written on a coffee filter I never used. It was the runt of the pack, missing a chunk that kept it from being bathed by the brew. But… it gets to be art. So, all is good.

I was tired when I got to the last page. There was a wee bit of over-ripping, the thread twisted here and there… My exhaustion added character to the piece, methinks.

The pages are stitched together in the middle. The 3 strings are just fed through the center stitch. Tie them up to secure them… or remove them if you don’t want them.

I made a bookmark out of the blackout bit that partly inspired “Our Strange Creature”. But I’m not giving it away. I almost did. Then, my muse and greed and moi decided to keep it. But worry not, I’m replacing it with a stitched quote ready to frame. Once you win, fly over to my Instagram word-garden, look around, tell me which, and I’ll stitch.

Entering the giveaway is rather easy
– just leave a comment letting me know that you want the stitched poem and quote.

You’ll get extra entries, if…
– you are an October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly participant. Yes, you can still join in.
– you leave/left a comment on the original poem.
Three is a delicious number. So, a total of three possible entries feels just right.

If you are not a regular reader of my blog, if you don’t follow me on Facebook, haven’t liked my page, or we aren’t friends on Instagram, please make sure you add your email to the comment (I need to be able to contact you if you win).

This giveaway is open to anyone who can legally enter it. I will announce a winner on Tuesday, November 7th. Best of luck, my Wicked Luvs.

And the winner is… Dimitra. Congrats, dear lady!

Trepidation

In the mirror, I watched his words blossoming between my breasts, his ink claiming my heart. I felt our truth—in flesh and bone, I was still mine… but I was his in ink.

Before you, I wrote,
merry-go-sorry ruled me,
my words were wary.
Trepidation (an old friend)
wonders what you ask of me.

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels. This is almost the end… I’ll post the last bit this coming Tuesday.
– Written for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (where Paul howled, “Awhape me!”), and for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 (she wants kickass words and world peace).
Awhape means to amaze, and merry-go-sorry is a mixture of joy and sorrow.