Expanding Wee Bits of Dark Fiction and Poetry, 5

Yep, there has been renaming. Since I’ve been adding bits of poetry and fiction to images I like, scribbling on Jeremy A. Bastian’s Discordia (I told you about it on this post), and I’ve been playing with adult coloring books and other things, I felt that “From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry” was no longer descriptive enough.

You know how it goes, my Wicked Luvs… Below, I’ve listed the Bits of poetry and fiction I’ve shared on Instagram or Facebook since “A Spirited Soul”, winner of From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 4. Leave a comment letting me know which Bit should grow into a story or a full-length poem?

1) Which Bit do you wish me to develop?
2) Would you like your choice to be flash fiction or longer poetry?
3) *optional* Why?

Here is the short list:

I fall
in love and lust
with you
13 times a day,


13 times a day,
show me why
I will continue falling.
– handwritten (not blacked out)

“To Be Tasted”
damage ignorance.
Drink books
in volumes.
Books are to be tasted,
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

“The Wee Memoirs of a Victorian Mourning Doll”
Click HERE to listen to the wee tale. It’s only 107 seconds long.

Having lost a leg, fighting
man’s ravishing of the land,
the fox chewed on killer-grass
and lay down to die…

death didn’t claim her—
Gaia blessed her
– handwritten on Bastian’s Discordia

I shall turn the Bit with the most votes into a story or a longer poem, depending on your choices. Please, cast your vote before Sunday, November 8th at 1:13pm EST.

– drawing, by Jeremy A. Bastian
– poetry, by Magaly Guerrero

22 thoughts on “Expanding Wee Bits of Dark Fiction and Poetry, 5”

  1. Ooh, write “Falling” as a story! I want to see those thirteen times played out! (Reminds me of “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens. So if not as a story, maybe write it as a poem in that style lol!)

  2. This was not any easy choice. Love them all!
    But I will choose “To Be Tasted”.
    Longer poem.
    Because I love books. They are the portals to all my other lives.

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