Saturday, June 29, 2019

Silenced Turned Dreadnought and Screamed

“I see a world that is terrified of me. Terrified of someone who would reject manhood. Terrified of a girl who knows who she is and what she’s capable of. They are small, and they are weak, and they will not hurt me ever again.” ~ Dreadnought, by April Daniels

A
boy’s mouth
told the world,
“I’m a girl, see
me.”

the world is too daft,
too deaf to the truth of souls
not wanted (by some)

A
self-knowing girl
tells the world
I’ll never be silenced
again.


for Therisa and Rie’s son and Tol and Valientes and Jaz and Octubre and Dee and Kiara… and every soul who had to claim the Dreadnought mantel in order to show their Self to the rest of the world


the wee notes…

- in her summer reading challenge, Khaya invited us to read a book from a favorite genre by an author we’ve never heard of. I chose April Daniels’s Dreadnought, a YA novel about Danny Tozer, a transgender girl who “inherited the powers of Dreadnought, the world’s greatest superhero.” This poem was inspired by my feelings about the story

- crafted for Debra’s Translesbigayapalooza 2019 (a one-person *cough*, month-long blogfest that celebrates all things LGBTQ+), Blogging Around with Rommy #23 (Saved by Found Words), and Poets United (Poetry Pantry #485)


detail from the cover of Dreadnought (Nemesis, #1), by April Daniels

Thursday, June 27, 2019

Masked and Hatted; or, Wild Woman Rocks Mad-Flowery-Ninja Look

“She threw a couple of logs into the fireplace and glared at them until they burst into flame out of sheer embarrassment.” This fiery-grin-inducing Terry Pratchett quote has nil to do with the reason behind this entry. But since it appears in Witches Abroad, and I’m abroad and witchy, it makes perfect sense in my lovely skull.

I’m writing this wee note of a post in order to use the link to reply to a gazillion and one messages from friends who are worried about my health (thank you for keeping me in your thoughts). I’m not in the hospital *knocks on wood*. I’m on a short vacation. So, assessing your red and black funereal outfits might be slightly premature. I shall be home in time for Telling Tales with Magaly Guerrero: a Pantry of Prose—by the way, July’s theme will be “Away from Home” (because, oh yes, I am that deliciously selfish).

I hope you are well, my Wicked Luvs. Again, thank you so much for your concern. My flesh and bones are achy, my joins are stiff, and I’m walking on eggshells around my easily inflamed eyeballs, but none of that seems to matter too much while I’m enjoying a day or three in the company of people I love.

a wee note: I have added “Guerrero” to the name and URL of my blog. The old URL no longer works. This is the new one: https://magalyguerrerosblog.blogspot.com/.


masked and hatted and reflective on ferry-land, um... I mean deck, ferry-deck *cough*

Saturday, June 22, 2019

In the Soil, in the Bone, in Our Dark

I hope your summer started with a burst of good things. I can’t complain about mine (mostly). My eyes and joints and back and… well, you get the point, are still giving me quite a bit of trouble, but (and this is a really good “but”) things are getting much better—my eyes are less inflamed, a pair of thumb spica splints have given me back my sleep (and once I figure out a modified hand-placement, they will probably give me back my push-ups too)

About the blog… I’ve added “Guerrero” to the name and URL. This will probably affect “Following” settings (on Blogger and on Bloglovin’), but I’m not quite sure how. We shall figure it out as we go… I’ve re-added the “Followers” widget to my sidebar. I hadn’t noticed it had gone poof! (thanks for letting me know, Dee, you rocketh very mucho).

About the blog and me… My eyes and joints troubles have added more than 3 hours of therapies (flesh and bone maintenance?) to my daily routine. This is the main reason why I’m behind on responding to your emails/messages/comments. I am not ignoring you.


But enough logistics (for now). Let us poem: “In the Soil, in the Bone, in Our Dark”

Summer comes
dancing madly towards the dark,
making the young Sun all
hot and bothered.

Summer comes
like old, old magic
burning Solstice bright,
bright and fully felt
in the soil,
in the bone,
in our dark.

Summer comes
like lived words,
touching and filling
our darkest
in-between spaces,
unblinding tongues,
making all things
chant,
chant of chaos,
chant of balance.

Summer comes
like dark chocolate—
sweet and bitter,
fully alive
with promise.

Summer comes
like magic,
like words,
like chocolate—
Summer came.


more wee notes…

- this poem began as a Summer Solstice blackout (photos below), which brewed into being after I read the words “Bitter. Sweet. Alive” in Joanne Harris’s Chocolat.

- for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Weekend Mini-Challenge: Summer Solstice) and for Poets United (Poetry Pantry #484).


 
 
 
 

Saturday, June 15, 2019

Exquisite Corpse Poetry Solitaire Is a Hoot

Exquisite Corpse is a collaborative game played (traditionally) by several people. In the poetry version, each player writes a word on paper, conceals said word, and then gives the paper to the next player… so that she or he can add his or her contribution.

Today, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, I’m hosting a game of Exquisite Corpse Poetry Solitaire. Go on, fly to The Garden… and sprout some exquisite fun.


my Exquisite Corpse of a poem: “Chubby Coffee for Scruffy Worlds”

Clean cases make skinny stories
of flabby groups beholding plain times,
chubby coffee undulates magnificent places.

Flabby days slay quaint times 
(and drab books) that slink short questions.
Fancy a home made of scruffy years

and bald lives, casting unsightly times,
fit for eyes that burst with long stories
and flabby facts vexing scruffy worlds.

Exquisite Corps drawing

crafted for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Weekend Mini-Challenge: Exquisite Corpse Poetry) and Poets United (Poetry Pantry $#483)

Thursday, June 13, 2019

Freedom (and books and plants and coffee), or Else…

“You must name yourself in the end… We all must fight according to our nature, and you Dear Not-So-Little-Red have a far more tender heart than mine. The path of nightshade and toadstool is not for you.”~ from Rowena, in A Witch Whispers to a Young Handmaid with a Tale, a prose-poem by Rommy Cortez-Driks


the poem bit:

Belladonna
plants demand
balance, like me
I’ll have freedom, or
else…


for Sherry’s Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman: Being a Woman in Times Like These (at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads). The elfchen was inspired or gently demanded by Rommy’s Rowena and by Kerry’s words (thanks a million, dearest ladies).


now, a bit of writing and living (and reading):

I’m finally done with the outline (and more) of the cancer book that is not really called the cancer book. I’ve never taken this long to outline anything. But… I’ve also never have been this sick before. So, here is to rolling with the ink and seeing where it writes.

My eyeballs have been on strike—feelings are inflamed, opinions reddened, and all involved seem much too sensitive (to bright light). Things are currently kept appeased by never-ending hot compresses and ridiculous amounts of artificial tears (and the threat of more surgery). My wrists and fingers, on the other hand *grin*, are being hurt-filled bastards (and the main culprit behind my virtual semi-MIA-ness). Still, I’m finding ways around the madness and will soon annoy you as often as I always have.


lastly, here is part of my summer reading list (in response to Khaya’s 2019 challenge):

1. From your bookshelf (physical/digital), pick a book you bought but haven’t read yet: From the Depths of Darkness: A Collection of Dark Poetry Left in the Light, by Khaya Ronkainen

2. A book in a genre that bores you or don’t care for, and see if your “prejudice” against the genre is well founded: Hate to Want You: Forbidden Hearts #1 , by Alisha Rai

3. A book set in a country you’d like to visit or written by an author from that country: The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, by Robert A. Heinlein (to the moon!)

4. Is there a classic someone was surprised to hear you haven’t read? Ignore that, instead pick a classic you’d like to read: Villette, by Charlotte Brontë

5. A book in translation (from any language to the language you’re comfortable reading in): Taught by Flames: Magic Behind the Mountains #5, by Diandra Linnemann

6. A nonfiction book on a subject you “know” your friend/sibling/spouse would benefit from reading: Hurting Your Characters: A Writers Guide to Describing Injuries and Pain from the Characters Point of View, by M.J. Carlson 

7. A book from [one of] your favorite genre(s) by an author you’ve never heard of: Dreadnought (Nemesis #1), by April Daniels 

8. A book recommended by a friend/colleague/stranger as a must-read: Heads Will Roll, by Kate McKinnon and Emily Lynne

9. Recommend at least one book… (well, don’t you mind if I do): Full Cicada Moon, by Marilyn Hilton (because it is one of the best books I’ve read this year); The Trouble with Wanting, and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales, by Rommy Cortez-Driks (because if you’ve yet to meet Rowena—the voice in the quote at the beginning of this post—you totally should); Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (now a TV show that left me twitching to reread the book in order to stop cursing horrid adaptations and start feeling better), by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (Why? Because it’s freaking awesome, that’s why!).

* numbers in bright red have been read

So, my Wicked Luvs, what have you read lately? Better (greedier?) yet, what do you recommend? (because no to-be-read pile is ever happy, if it’s not forever threatening to topple and bury the reader that made it in word-yum).

give me books and plants (and the knowledge that other women are also getting what they need and want), and coffee—must have coffee—and I’ll be happiest