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

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.


…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.

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 The beautician had a rack full of serialized romance novels (Sweet Dreams, Silhouette, Desire) and enough out-of-date magazines to paper the Great Wall of China and thirteen midsize castles with very small windows.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)

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.