The Gift of Trouble Sight and Summer Bookish Delight

BookCon was rich in poetry. That made me happy. There were poetry panels (one with Amanda Lovelace, author of The Witch Doesn’t Burn in this One), poetry booths, poetry signings, even a blackout poetry section. Rommy and I were all smirks and wows (I would’ve been all grins and delighted cackles, but my stitched-up jaw wasn’t in the mood for overly expressive displays of mirth).

I got lots of swag (I shall show you in a bit). I am a bookish swag lover. Not just because free books are magic, but because its one of the ways in which I end up reading books I would’ve never picked up on my own. Since one can never have enough books (and my jaw hurt, so some distraction was in order), my Piano Man and I stopped by the thrift shop and… *drum roll please* I found a copy of Billy Fog, Volume 1: The Gift of Trouble Sight, for a couple of dollars.

I had never seen the series before. But it was love at first creepy murderous kid sight. Here are three pieces that made me giggle darkly:

“She was often found
in the kitchen, curled up
in a drawer, among enormous knives
with razor-sharp blades.”

 

“The little killer was very quiet and cooperative.
In the mornings, she carried out
her theory exercises diligently.”

 

“No scientist could ever hope to find
a better subject for study!
What curious composure!
What an unfathomable obsession!”

 

I added Billy Fog to the wee list I created to join Khaya Ronkainen’s Summer Reading Challenge. You can see the full list here, if you wish. And, of course, I will be adding a few more from my BookCon booty. All the poetry, for sure.

So, my Wicked Luvs, what are you reading this summer? What was the last book you just couldn’t keep your book-loving-self from acquiring? Share your bookish yum with me (yep, my royal bastard of a jaw still needs distracting).

 

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?