Love Me Hard

Lightning doesn’t have to kindle firestorms. While we feed on each other’s flame no other heat will take us apart. Love me because we’ve tasted the scarlet ink writing our souls to heaven without hammering flesh and bone to pieces.

if you know me well,
you will love me hard… knowing
I’ll love you better

 

Fire of Love, by Samarel

 

the wee notes…
– crafted out of the replies 13 of you provided when I asked what the senryū portion of this haibun made you feel. Thank you for writing with me, my Luvs. You can read the actual responses here, here and here.

Linked to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.

 

Write with Me

I shared this on Instagram and Facebook, and since I want to write the wee story for tomorrow, I thought I should post it here as well:

“I lust after interactive writing (and my head needs to do something with my time in hurry-up-and-wait-for-doctors limbo). So, my Wicked Luvs, let’s story a poem together.

Tell me, what does this piece say to you?

I will expand this senryū into a 55-word story-poem, which will be fed by your responses. Come on, play tales with me… you know you want to.”

So, what say you, m’ Luvs?

 

 

Igor Had Me in Stitches and Other not-so-Monstrous Bits

I’m never late to a party where the guests of honor are monsters. But my jaw and I found ourselves forced to spend unscheduled quality time with the fang doctor, and now I’m flying to May Monster Madness with Mistress Tardiness wailing horrors down my neck.

Right now, my jaw hates the whole world. And I don’t think there is a word that effectively describes what she feel towards scalpels, stitches, and the sound some people make when they are convinced that they can get milkshake out of an empty cup, if they just suck harder on their straw. I’m not sure why *cough*, but I think my jaw will stay irritated for a while. When I asked her if she would write this post for me, she said, “Certainly. I’ll use the fang physician’s blood as ink and make parchment out of his skin and—”

Um… I decided to write the post myself, since I didn’t think the visit was that horrible. I even laughed while I was being tortured. You see, my oral surgeon’s first name is Igor. So, of course, the moment a hand, equipped with needle and thread, approached my mouth, I lost it… and roared with laughter. He just kept on stitching. I was impressed by the steadiness of his hands. After he was done suturing, I tried explaining why I had laughed like a lunatic. But… the laughter came back, and I only said, “Igor! Stitches!” He finally got it, and yep, roared.

My jaw is still holding on to her rage, so my contribution to this year’s MMM is a short, simple sampler of not-so-monstrous bits with monsters in them:

The 1st offering is a Gary Larson cartoon that illustrates something I’ve always wondered about the more violent halves of monsters who are not monstrous all the time. How do they feel about their seemingly less threatening halves?

 

The 2nd was crafted in the middle of the night—the monstering hour—while I tried to convince my jaw that pain is the most terrible of gods, that he can not be defeated with more pain, so wishing for our head to explode wouldn’t help.

 

The 3rd and final offering was inspired by a tweet, whose vileness should not be repeated. The disgusting statement left me thinking that no beast will ever be as terrible or despicable as the human monster.  

 

Hm, I went from bright to ominous without meaning to. I guess I could blame it on my jaw, but I won’t. We must never disregard our human monsters… not today, when their corruption spreads to the highest hills.

Don’t forget to visit Annie Walls, the host of May Monster Madness 2018, to see what else is brewing…