In October, When All Things Can Be…

“What is normal? Normal is yesterday and last week and last month taken together.” This quote, from Terry Pratchett’s Snuff, came to mind while I watched two people discussing the use of metal detectors at the entrance of New York Comic Con. One person was upset because he didn’t think “other people’s problems should affect [his] Con”. The other was mad because “no one told [her about the change] before she got there”.

I listened to them, wondering if getting angry about things that have nothing to do with the real issue is going to be our society’s new “normal”. I also grinned a lot… in order not to kick them until the nonsense left their twitching bodies. Kicking strangers is wrong. You should only kick your friends, lovingly… if they are into that kind of stuff *cough, cough*.

Anyhoo, back to things that keep me sane. In case you missed them, last week, I published two pieces of tanka-prose: “Reclaimed” and “Wild Magic”. If you haven’t, take a look-see.

My Comic Con Hoard: not as impressive (in bulk) as in earlier years, but quite delicious. I mean, there is something about free books that makes a bibliophile happy, happy, happy.

For Ye, not on Instagram or Facebook: last week, I shared this magnetic bit *giggles*…

In the story of us,
you are naked
and I am plotting
moans.

…and some tanka.

Stitched words will
push flesh into flesh,
magic you
mine, in October—
when all things can be.

October’s Heart-Bits with Magaly Guerrero: are you in? If so, do you know what you will do for it? If you do, you are ahead of me. Knowing my muse, she will decide at the last minute—she uses anxiety as fuel, the mad thing. No wonder we love each other to pieces.

I Have a New Facebook Page: no, this is not an invitation to slap me around (for creating more places to you to get lost in). In truth, now that my profile is back to normal (for some time, no one could “Follow” me, and most of my posts were being marked as spam), I will use Words by Magaly Guerrero to share my words… plus, words on works that catch my eye (and possibly, my ear and heart and my left toe, which has always been a tad loose).

Even when the world looks bad, life still gives bits of good. Find bits of wonder, hold them close to your heart, feed on the joy they bring, let it grow… Then use the energy to face the big bad things. This week, my tiny-giant-bits of wonder are free books and this place (where I share words with you). Care to share one of your tiny wonders with me?

Tempted into Wanting

“What matters in life is not what happens to you, but what you remember and how you remember it to tell the tale.” ~ Gabriel García Márquez

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You hid behind Sweet Dreams
and a smuggled Desire, waiting
for hearts to tempt into wanting.

My eyes often noticed your face,
but my mind couldn’t see you—
I was too young (for the world)
and you were all wrong for me.

But…

…once upon a summery night,
while exhausted and not thinking
right, I touched your Solitude…
The length of it startled all I was.
One Hundred Years all alone?
I thought, took, read you mine.

I’ve kept you close ever since,
always loving you
in word and ink, learning wild
desires and real sweet dreams.

You’ll never be lonely, my love,
words of you dance on my tongue,
feeding old blood into new ink.

You are loved.

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the wee notes…
– I read One Hundred Years of Solitude before I was a teenager. The book and I met at a beauty salon my mother frequented. The beautician had a rack full of serialized romance novels (Sweet Dreams, Silhouette, Desire) and enough out-of-date magazines to paper the Great Wall of China and thirteen midsize castles with very small windows.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, and to Poets United.


detail from the cover of
Gabriel García Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude
(Ilustraciones de Fabelo edition)
via

The Book of Dust (and my tote bag lust)

“Go places without actually moving.” These words appear on one of the tote bags I got at BookCon. I love the quote because it’s true—books take us to all sorts of wonderful, terrifying, heart-ripping, mind-teasing, entertaining and enlightening… places, and the only thing we must do is read them…

…unless you like to read your favorite books before they are officially out…

…if that’s the case, then there might be a serious amount of moving involved…

…but if you are anything like moi—and Rommy and my Piano Man and the rest of the word lovers who attended BookCon 2017—then you won’t mind the walking one bit.

Let’s see, I got a copy of The Golden Compass, by Philip Pullman, which contains a few pages from The Book of Dust, a new volume in His Dark Materials. Inside the book, I also found a lovely print that celebrates the upcoming publication. Yes, I’m all giggles.

There were other yummy books, too… even some doubling for sharing with you later…

…plus miscellaneous goodies…

…that include audio and electronic books yum for sharing with you… now. Just tell me which one you would like, and it’ll be yours. First tell, first serve… until they are gone.

I will even face my deep greed and the wrath emanating out of my Tote Bag Lust, and share one of my delightful totes, when the sharing of the printed books comes. Unless you are wishing for my banned books or A Clock Work Orange totes. “Mine!”

Oh, and yes… I am an unremorseful ellipsisoholic.

And if you haven’t joined the Beautiful Freaks Fest, well… why not? It will be freaking fantastic and beautifully festive. Emma told me. And I believe in the wisdom of her Groovy Gothic ways. Just follow the link, and help us celebrate wonder and weirdness.