My Stitched Darlings

“Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough… Make good art.” ~ Neil Gaiman

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Most things are born screaming,
fighting a world too new
to be wanted by any.

Not you, my stitched darlings.

You crawled out of me
serene (dark ink kissing paper
tasting of coffee or tea),
imagination and patience
making new out of old.

I love watching you grow,

my stitched darlings, watching you
being wanted by (m)any hearts…
and being loved (so loved) by me.

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the (not so) wee notes…
– I started stitching poetry in an effort to fight a combination of injury and disease that was stiffening my hands—handwriting and stitching requires specific movements that exercise tiny muscles that would not get a daily workout otherwise. I really liked the stitched results, loved them even. So, I started collecting them. Then, my friend Emma suggested they were so cool that I should consider making them available for purchase.

I giggled at her loving silliness. Who would want to buy this stuff, really? I thought. I love them because I love everything that is mine. Emma loves them because she loves me (she’s insane like that). Then, strangers who saw my stitched words on Instagram started asking if I sold them. When I said, “Of course”, they began to buy them. Yes, I’m still a tad surprised, but also proud… of my stitched darlings.

–  Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ A Glance at Narrative. K, asks us to “think of some story in writing [a] poem.” I’m handfasting K’s prompt to Paul’s Scribble It, which invites us to birth poetry “that speaks in some way of a ‘First Time’”. Also adding to Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry 364.

Another Note (for those who’ve emailed me about my shop’s opening date): my online store will open in September. I apologize for the delays… It’s just that life insists on throwing wrenches my way. And I can only dance so fast… But September seems all right (for now… we don’t want to tempt Fate, do we? And yes, by “we” I mean “me”).

When Minds and Hearts Bare Teeth Together… Freedom Speaks

I chose to write about Leonard Cohen’s “Democracy”, narrated by Neil Gaiman, on a desperate whim. I saw that my friend Debra, She Who Seeks, had joined Speakeasy and Silver Screenings in their O Canada! Blogathon, and I decided to jump in too. North America is being torn apart from the inside… connecting with my Canadian neighbors, in any sort of celebration, felt right.

My first pick was Lullabies for Little Criminals, by Heather O’Neill, then I realized that the event celebrates films… not books. Bursting with embarrassment—I’m always complaining about how people never truly read on the web—I rushed to choose something else before anyone could get blinded by the horror flashing out of my blush.

I said to me, “Well, Magaly Love (yes, I call myself Love), you adore Neil Gaiman’s narration, Amanda Palmer is a piano goddess, your bones believe in democracy, and since you know very little about Leonard Cohen (shame on me) here is your opportunity to learn.”

I felt so clever, so proud of myself for having chosen “Democracy”. But right now, when I’m in tears and brokenhearted (after having watched a Mexican-born American reporter being told “Get out of my country” by another American, after learning that one of my friends might not be able to get back into the only home he has left, after listening to Leonard Cohen sing:

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate

I don’t feel very clever, just hurt and upset. Then I watched the short-animated film again, and welcomed the words of a Canadian soul—through the voice, music, painting, animation… of men and women from around the world. I let the bleeding cracks be soothed by Cohen’s words:

Democracy is coming to the USA
It’s coming from the sorrow in the street
The holy places where the races meet
From the homicidal bitchin’

It’s coming through a crack in the wall

I can’t really tell you if (or how) Cohen’s words, his song turned film… shaped (or will shape) cinema and TV. But… today, the promise in his vision kept one soul from losing its shape. It reminded me that when minds and hearts bare teeth together… freedom speaks. It even sings.

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a wee note…

– This post is part of the O Canada! Blogathon 2017 hosted by Ruth of Silver Screenings and Kristina of Speakeasy. Follow the link to see what everyone else is viewing. And speak freely.

borrowed from Neil Gaiman’s Journal

We Have an Obligation to Imagine… and I Do

Yesterday, my Piano Man and I went on our yearly New York Comic Con date. We have the super power of enjoying everything we do together, so we had a blast. My body has been glaring at me since before we left the convention. Experience suggests that recovery will take a day or three… most likely just one, since the meds I started about a month ago are finally working.

I’m sure that at least one person might be thinking, Why would you waste your time at a comic convention when you know that your body will be in agony for days as a result? It’s simple. Like Neil Gaiman suggests, “We have an obligation to imagine.” To imagine, I must do… at least a little. And when the pain gets nasty—and sometimes this happens even if I spend the whole day in bed—I need to have the memory of a lot of doing in order to imagine myself better.

Below, I’ve added a visual account of our day.

My Piano Man and I (and the rest of the horde) waiting for the doors to open…
New York Comic Con 2015, 1

This sign made me giggle (in a sad and frightening sort of way), so I had to share it…
New York Comic Con 2015, 2

Of the few costumes we saw, this was the best one. My Piano Man and I were amazed by her level of dedication—huge heavy hood, massive sword, and the girl’s on stilts!
New York Comic Con 2015, 3

My Rocket Raccoon found his friend Groot in the Comic Con wild…
New York Comic Con 2015, 4

I couldn’t believe the state of the TARDIS! I guess NYC can break the best of us…
New York Comic Con 2015, 5

On our way out, we ran into KITT, from Knight Rider, who was blasting 80’s music…
New York Comic Con 2015, 6

NYC won’t let you get away with something just because you’re famous…KITT got a ticket…
New York Comic Con 2015, 7

…I (and a bunch of other people) thought KITT and his ticket were very cool…
New York Comic Con 2015, 8

The booty…
New York Comic Con 2015, 9

I’m quite taken by my new Neil Gaiman tote and my old wee copy of Grimm’s Ghost Stories… By the way, the other side of the tote has the quote I used as the first part of the title of this post.
New York Comic Con 2015, 10

The fella on the cover of my new GGS must be related to the Crypt Keeper *cough*…
New York Comic Con 2015, 12

Only a terribly evil person would refuse to share the yum, so here is a bookish giveaway: leave a comment to win a copy of Charlene Harris’ Midnight Crossroad, a tote, and a copy of The Rich and the Dead, edited by Nelson DeMille.
New York Comic Con 2015, 13

Rocket and I promise to fight evil…
New York Comic Con 2015, 11

Giveaway Rules, details and stuff…
* I need to be able to contact the winners. If you don’t have a website or social media profile, through which we can interact, then please add your email to your comment. If your name comes up, and I have no way to contact you, I will choose another name.

* You can group all your entries in a single comment—or not… the choice is yours.

* To my Canadian Luvs, before you can claim your prize, I must test your mathematical brilliance by asking you a very obscure question, such as… what’s 13 + .5? Yeah, obscure…

* This giveaway will end on October 20th, 2015, at 10:13 pm, EDT. The winner will be chosen using Random.Org, and announced on October 21st, 2015 (with the WiF 2015 winners).

* This giveaway is open worldwide, excluding any place where prohibited by law.

In case you haven’t entered yet, these giveaways will also be open until Oct 20th:
– “Loving You through the Veil
Shaking It and Twisting It until It Says Yes
– “A Rattle and a Wee Book on Her Grave
– “Love, Death, Memories