She’s So Full of Herself

I was going to bed and my stomach laughed at my presumptuous ways. So, I decided to stop trying to dream with my eyes closed, and chose to spend time leafing through bookish dreams instead—books never laugh at me (too loudly *cough*).

Cinderella Skeleton, by Robert D. San Souci, came first. This Cinderella story makes more sense to me than most. I mean, as the picture below suggests, Prince Charming is obviously a forensic anthropologist with a thing for women’s bones… and shoes, which completely explains why he can identify his soulmate by a dismembered limb and not, for instance, by the depth of her conversation or unforgettable eye sockets.

I left the fairy tale to visit The Devil’s Rose, by BROM. As always, his words and art are dark and delicious. This particular book includes very few images with flesh on them, so I decided to show you this one… Well, part of it, since the rest is drenched in blood, and on the way to also being defleshed—dearest BROM delights in creepy.

Speaking of bloody and creepy and nailed, my delicious Piano Man got me a copy of Harlequin Valentine, written by Neil Gaiman and illustrated by John Bolton. Yep, he loves me that much… Nothing says I love you like Gaiman, nails and bloody hearts.

And because everything deserves loving and cuddling, I read a few poems from The Sex Lives of Monsters, by Helen Marshall. It was a present from Rommy—it seems that she, too, knows me. I must remember to ask her how long it took her to realize that I’m extremely fond of giant eyeballs, ribcages, spines and dreamcatchers.

After three hours of book-dreaming, my stomach was still being a royal bastard. So, I walked to the terrace to talk to my plants in the dark… just to find out that the moon was completely full of herself, and the darkness had to dance in the shadows…

The dark and the moon playing their natural games made me smile. With a grin on my tired face, I went inside to collect some flower petals I had been drying for a day or 3, and offered them to the moon. She didn’t wink in appreciation or anything, but my tummy was finally ready to let me sleep.

How do you capture sleep when it does not want to play, my Wicked Luvs?

A Funny Smell

“Art doesn’t have to be serious to be meaningful”, Rommy said. “Sometimes a smile or even a full belly laugh can be more healing than somber contemplation.” She is correct, methinks. So here is my bit:

“A Funny Smell”

They say she is slow and chubby,
and will leave
a funny smell on your fingers.

They tell me he is full of himself,
and shuts down
when things are getting good.

The ones who adore her,
say he is a fake, a fad,
too fast to give pleasure.

Those who lust after him,
say she is old, impractical,
a match away from poof.

I say, love her and love him…
for the bookaliciousness of her scent
and his noveltifficacious ways.

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a wee note…
– Rommy also requested lightheartedness, some nonsense words, and “something that feels innocent or child-like.” Well, I say that 1 (or 2) out of 3 is not a total lost. Whenever my poetry or fiction ventures to explore the elaborate realm of children, the wee ones my Muse encounters tend to be rather creepy. So, um… yeah *cough* 1 (or 2) out of 3.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Stuff and Nonsense)
– and to Open Link Night, over at the dVerse.

art-of-bent-objects-by-terry-borderArt of Bent Objects, by Terry Border
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Diversity Reading List for 2017

“Beware! Reading can seriously damage your ignorance.” I’ve no idea who said those words. But I agree. So, I read as much as I can. If I can’t completely kill ignorance, I plan to keep it maimed and twitching and screaming for mercy.

I just finished my self-imposed Goodreads reading challenge for 2016. I didn’t add specific titles to that list… I just danced through my to-be-read mountain. This year, I have added 9 books—fiction and nonfiction. And, as usual, I’m reading/rereading a handful of books written in Spanish.

At the end of this post, there is an empty list. I would like to fill it with the title of a book read by you. Not just any book, I want to read one of your favorites. Would you please leave the title of one of your favorite books in the comments? I will throw all the titles in Random.org and read the winner.

One more thing, I’ll write a poem review for each of the books on the diversity list.

Diversity Reading List:
Borderline, by Mishell Baker
* Shadowshaper, by Daniel José Older
* The Golem and the Jinni, by Helene Wecker
White Trash: The 400-Year Untold History of Class in America, by Nancy Isenberg
* The Silver Linings Playbook, by Matthew Quick
* The Argonauts, by Maggie Nelson
Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books, by Azar Nafisi
* Size 12 Is Not Fat, by Meg Cabot
* Dhalgren, by Samuel R. Delany

Books in Spanish (some of these are rereads):
* Cien años de soledad (One Hundred Years of Solitude), by Gabriel García Márquez
* La casa de los espíritus (The House of the Spirits), by Isabel Allende
* Vivir para contarla, by Gabriel García Márquez

The Favorite Book of One of My Wicked Darlings:
Small Great Things, by Jodi Picoult

* Read, but not reviewed.

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