tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45496894276751075752024-03-27T19:53:11.351-04:00Guerrero Wordspoems, stories, and bits of not-quite JournalingMagaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.comBlogger246125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-92052965923374249632024-03-22T12:24:00.001-04:002024-03-22T12:27:46.528-04:00Tapestry<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-84984541179411842882024-02-28T11:33:00.004-05:002024-03-01T12:18:05.928-05:00Cackles and EndingsYou wear
wings, I wear wild.<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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whispers of endings,my spirit
cackles at the moon.We dance
unlived dreamsreal--in
them, younever
drive your
life awayand I
scribbleno tears.
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easesits
grip on my spine,when
I feelyou
spilling your heaton
my throbbing flesh.
If
your mind jumped head first into the gutter, after reading my tanka, then your
sense of humor and mine would get along just fine. You see, I did an indecent amount of
snickering and giggling and chuckling while I wrote this poem bit. Still, it was
inspired by a more literal kind of heat: my heat pad.
AtMagaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-10225274970574770762024-02-01T22:31:00.075-05:002024-02-02T11:12:06.396-05:00Violently Cheerynot-quite Journaling, 65
1/16/2024: Winter
has spread a snowy blanket over New York
City. Inside my home, an amaryllis gets ready to spring. Don’t you just love
how Nature balances herself?
1/25/2024: New York City has been stuck on Stephen King weather (thick
fog and wet gloom) for a day or five. Things are supposed to stay that way
for about another week. So, here is a violently Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-1795425624387600332024-01-18T22:31:00.047-05:002024-01-26T11:30:18.093-05:00A Closed Mind Is a Threat<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Out
of autumn’s
bones, she springsgloriosa--a
warming rebellionfor
the Winter Solstice.
12/21/2023: I know this gloriosa daisy will be dead rather soon, but
for right now… “It’s alive!!!” I hope the Winter Solstice added a bit (or a
lot) of warmth and liveliness to your day--goodness knows the whole world
can use some bright.
When
life breaks,I
stitch Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-78065417639663611612023-12-14T22:30:00.009-05:002023-12-15T13:22:51.159-05:00Of Modesty Being Knocked Senseless by Self-LoveShe
loves red and blackand
impossible odds.
She
delights in the dark moon,in
dirt, summer rain, winterstorms,
in well spelled ink.
She
reveres her brain,the
works of her tongue,and
is proud of every storylife
has scarred on her skin.
When
she looks in the mirror,I look back and shout-whisper, “You are glorious!”
photo by Dekler Ph, on Unsplash
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My autumns are wildmagic, uncanny
proseand storms,storms of dark
poetry.11/21/2023: Chilly fall(ing) months are for delighting in hot coffee
and creepy bits by some of my favorite word weavers--Edgar Allan Poe, Shirley
Jackson, Stephen King, Poppy Z. Brite… And I just picked up “Monstrosity”, a
short story collection by Laura Diaz de Arce. I was seduced by the cover… Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-23151072986997401852023-11-23T22:31:00.007-05:002023-11-24T10:03:34.670-05:00Loss Is LossThis senryu was my response to
someone who asked, “Who do you stand with [on the Israel-Hamas conflict]?”
War is a terrible thing. I’ll always hurt for innocent lives crushed because
they couldn’t get away fast enough. Soldiers sort of know what to expect, when
they go to war. But noncombatants caught in middle--women, men, children…--they
didn’t sign up for all the dying. I stand with them. 💔
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There is power in pinkblooms, in scars embraced,in mind and fleshrefusingto give up the fightfor life.
10/18/2023: If you
haven’t had a mammogram, a breast exam performed by a doctor, or your breast
self-examinations aren’t particularly regular, then today is the day to correct
such a serious oversight. Wear pink while you’re at it, so that others might be
Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-42532646757567813132023-10-26T22:31:00.017-04:002023-10-27T12:50:45.821-04:00Love Never Dies<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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“They
watch me to see what kind of woman I’ll be. A bad woman. The kind of woman that
don’t let herself get taken so easily. A feisty woman. A woman of machetes and
undiluted rum. A woman with painful stories and the bravery to claim them.” ~ MLM
10/2/2023: Like in the quote, the poems in Melania
Luisa Marte’s collection sing (and
roar) thoughts of roots, defiance,Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-52878535301000316532023-10-07T22:30:00.017-04:002023-10-08T12:51:17.579-04:00Drinking October All Year Long<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Happy and strange words are my home.
8/29/2023: I haven’t
written new dark fiction in some time. But yesterday, I started working on the
profile of a delightfully creepy character--I enjoyed learning about her job,
her wants, her friends, her habits, her wonderfully weird ways--and every
sentence felt like coming home.
In
writing as in reading, I love strange Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-33166157877161062232023-09-14T22:42:00.001-04:002023-09-15T12:29:52.585-04:00Storm, Ink, LoveI
tasted the stormfeeding
your tongue and my ink (pure
tinder and flint),screaming,
“Let’s spark words of loveso
hot, they curl hatred’s toes.”
-
for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #94: Storm, Ink, Love.
Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-77516010293034260902023-08-26T19:25:00.002-04:002023-09-01T14:52:34.980-04:00Must Taste the Thornsnot-quite Journaling, 58
8/8/2023: I ran outside today. All right, I ran/walked. My muscles
are weak and my endurance is crap, but I ran on dirt for the first time in…
forever. And it was glorious. I kept laughing--rather loudly--and people kept
giving me funny looks, which made me laugh louder. I ran/walked for 24 minutes ([run
1 min, walk 2 min] x
8); not very long, I know, but a good
Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-81094280009252490792023-08-10T22:30:00.013-04:002023-08-11T09:37:42.857-04:00Cackling Into the StormI
refuse to fear might-be horrors. Fretting over what’s yet to kick me in the
jaw, in the gut, in the breast… is losing half the battle (perhaps the war).
Yes, I care. No, I’m not pretending or hoping it will go away--my monsters and I
sip honesty from the same clear cup. We slow dance brow-to-brow,
mouth-to-mouth, our hearts bleeding into each other’s ribs. When misery threatens
to kiss me, I Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-89252690577495480952023-07-28T22:30:00.026-04:002023-07-28T22:30:00.140-04:00Glimmers and Suchnot-quite Journaling, 57
In a
New York garden, she roars (or yawns) her feelings into the world.
7/17/2023:
My red amaryllis is blooming rather expressively. This is
the first year this one flowers in summer. I think that after weeks of
coughing, crappy sleep, headaches, and back pain, Nature decided to brighten my
day with a bit of unseasonal magic.
a
glimmer:bees
and Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-34248751011931349622023-07-13T22:30:00.089-04:002023-07-14T13:29:23.030-04:00“nothing is more telling than a story”not-quite Journaling, 56
for
summer,sweet
amaryllispeekaboos
6/21/2023:
My amaryllis is celebrating the first day of summer by
glimpsing prettily out of her verdant hood. My exhausted lungs and I shall join
the festivities after seeing the pulmonologist.
in my
wee garden,tomatoes
and onions growzero
soothing sleep6/30/2023: When you live with chronic illnesses, something as Magaly Guerrerohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295455026184103230noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4549689427675107575.post-16667426176213681902023-06-23T14:31:00.002-04:002023-06-23T14:31:30.734-04:00If You Aren’t Afraid of Mouths Born with Teeth<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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