Flesh and Sweat and Love

Secrecy made us the darkest of fairy tales, trickery turned shield. We ran and hid behind realities disbelief labelled fictions. Our love fed on shadowed moons, grew as strong and wise as the wildest of storms was harsh. My witch bled spells.

“To protect our hearts,
I give flesh and sweat and love,
submit to Nature,
charm a shroud of memories
to conceal her heart in mine.”

Her lips added no other words to the chant, but her eyes spoke clearly into mine—We shouldn’t have to be prisoners of the dark. I cradled her face, kissed the silver curls her magic had been weaving into her hair. “The night will never be a cage, my heart… Not while we are free to have each other in it.”

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Belle du Freak. This is a rewrite. Wish to read the original, “Spelling Brightness”? Just follow this link back to 2012.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

Screams Meant Nothing

Before my witch, fall
lived eternal in my bones,
the world whipped me raw.
My screams meant nothing to man,
till she howled with me… for blood.

The moon spun bright and dark and again… unburied lies burned magic out of my witch’s skin. “It’s our right,” the people said to each other, accused her of viciousness, and bled historic hurts believed healed. “Freaks will scream for coin, make us rich. They like that.”

I wasn’t born to rip or tear, but society’s stones sharpened my teeth.

They destroyed our door
and unmade our home—
“For safety”, they said,
as the horde enjoyed the show,
paying flesh to watch freaks bleed.

There’s blood on the world’s stage, bone bits… and scars turned armor on my witch and me.

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Belle du Freak. This is a rewrite. Read the original, “Carving Flesh Tales”, here.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.


artwork, by Shelle Kennedy

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?