I Know Normal: Blogging Around with Rommy Week 13


Another blackout/ found poetry piece from the galley proof of my short story collection, 
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Normal is as sturdy as a paper doll
battered about in a summer rainstorm.
Sunlight shows its patched-up edges
and moonlight reveals it for what it is.

I know normal,
but it’s already scurrying away,
the way most lies do
when confronted by truth.


This poem is linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads' Tuesday Platform.


Liner Notes for this Groove:  Dostoevsky once said, “I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.” I feel that way not just about tea, but also about Philadelphia's yearly Sakura festival. Rain or shine, I'm there. The gray skies may have kept away anyone who was afraid of being rained on, but I positively enjoyed myself. The light winds kept a steady sprinkle of cherry blossoms going throughout the time I was there. And patches of fog made my mind turn to things like yokai creeping around Philly.


So dear Groovers, are there any fans of rainy or overcast days out there? Or are you a fan of something a little strange or unusual? Tell me all about it on the comments section, or feel free to catch me up on your week. The floor is yours. Also, if you want to continue the conversation in your cyberhome, be sure to include that with your comments.



A Gift of Moonlight


I drew my first breath
in the land where the wild things are.
Things are different on his side of reality.

He can exist only in a small wrinkle in time
of my life. I don’t want to think about
the one hundred years of solitude
that must follow once that wrinkle is ironed out.

But in this space, in this time
where we exist together
I want to do right by his heart,
as tender and fast burning as it is.

I can’t—won’t—change my nature.
There is too much moonlight in me.
But in the time we do have
my moonlight is his.


Song Choice: I'll Stand By You by The Pretenders

Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem was created for the Weekend Mini-Challenge at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads: 1 Poem, 3 Titles. I used the titles Where the Wild Things Are, A Wrinkle in Time, and One Hundred Years of Solitude. This also is an expansion of a blackout/found poetry bit that I created using a page from my short story collection, The Trouble with Wanting and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales. Since this piece comes from the story, "Make Mischief, Not War" I wrote it from the point of view of a character in the story, Cordelia, a relatively young fae girl who is bored by the idea of human wars, but is willing to go along if it means keeping her human friend, Gwydion, safe.

This page comes from the story "Make Mischief, Not War"
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