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!

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)