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)

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.

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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!

October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly, 2017

Writing fills emptiness. Words help heal hurts. Stories spell fantasies real… Would you write with me? I combined Witches in Fiction and Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, and they have birthed a new Autumn event: October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly. I hope you are ready to art deliciously dark words that nourish and tickle the eerie bone.

This year’s theme is simple: Love Is Love Is Love… and Words. Some might think the topic too tame for October (when the Veil thins and the Dark thickens). But love is only as bright or as dark as the feelings that feed the hearts doing the loving.

For our first October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly, let’s art love… all sorts of loves:
– if you are a storyteller, write a tale that shows us how you love words (even why).
– if you are a poet, or a painter, or a gardener, or a sculptor, or a chef, or a singer, or a potioneer, a jewelry maker, or an eccentric dragon who delights in hoarding princess dresses and exquisitely tiny teacups full of dainty skulls… create an entry that shows and tells (even chants) why you adore your chosen love, how loving your art makes you stronger, happier, more human (or just slightly less inclined to slap random people).
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.

Need an example? Fine, I’ll give you some…
– I love words, so the story or poem I craft for this event will reflect how writing and reading (and all things bookish) can feed mind and soul. I might birth a loving, lusty (or lovingly lusty) entry about ink and paper and love. It will contain the sort of word-love that speaks to me, maybe sentences like this one: “The screams of the world try to eat at my bones, but I have red ink in my soul. I will spell armored words onto my skin, let them become part of my flesh and bone, and share the wild word-magic with all.”
– If you are a lover of Japanese tea ceremony, you could craft a tale or poem or paint something that illustrates your love of this deep and sophisticated art (and if you are feeling extra nice, you could even walk the rest of us through the wondrous steps).
– You paint, garden, perform, sculpt, photograph…? Birth a new piece, infuse it with the pleasure you get from it, then write a story or poem that shows us your pleasure.

The fun starts on Fri, Oct 27th, at 10:13 am EDT. It will continue until Tue, Oct 31st, at 10:13 pm EDT. On party day, I’ll have a post for us to link our entries. You don’t have to do anything right now, other than leaving a comment to let me know you are in. If you’re feeling extra celebratious (that should be a real word), spread the news.

“Love Is Love Is Love… and Words”, by Shelle Kennedy

Writing fills emptiness. Words help heal hurts. Stories spell fantasies real…
…felt art (loved and shared) can accomplish anything. Would you write with me?