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Magaly Guerrero Poetry and fiction with Heart-Bits in it.

English - Fiction, Poetry, Writing
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Magaly Guerrero · 1d ago

What Do You Feel When You See My Shorts?

Someone told me that the reason she doesn’t care for haiku, senryū, and micro writings in general is “because they are not long enough to make [her] feel anything.” I was… surprised. I mean,...
Magaly Guerrero · 5d ago

Hammer Headology

“Granny Weatherwax had never heard of psychiatry and would have had no truck with it even if she had. There are some arts too black even for a witch. She practiced headology—practiced, in fa...
Magaly Guerrero · 6d ago

(Intentionally) Perverted Senryū

“Country song goes… ‘Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey, whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky’. [To which] Jack [age 3] says, ‘Mom, whiskey makes babies?!’” ~ from Parenting, by Carol...
Magaly Guerrero · 1W ago

Game of Words and Flesh

You are counting my gasps with your lips. I can’t see you, but my skin (and deeper things) can feel every breath your want is tracing over my breast and ribs and hip. “Am I getting warmer?” ...
Magaly Guerrero · 1W ago

Thicken Your Skin with Ink

Her lips are twin corpses wearing annihilation as gloss. Her word-rot tries to kiss, bite, eat, kick… everyone. Don’t run, love, don’t alter your plot. Thicken your skin with ink, armor your...
Magaly Guerrero · 2W ago

Because the Taste of Storms Feeding Tongues and Sparking Word-Lust Is Freaking Irresistible

I tasted the storm feeding your tongue and my ink (pure tinder and flint), screaming, “Let’s spark words of love hot enough to curl hate’s toes.”   the (not so) wee note… – I wasn’t going to...
Magaly Guerrero · 2W ago

Book, Frog, Skull, Stone, Hammer (and, oh yes, a penis bone)

The way to my heart is dark, dark, darkness brightened by books, frogs, skulls, and peaches my lips drink one life-kissed poem at a time. At 13+13+13+1+1 (love the odds), my skull wants wild...
Magaly Guerrero · 3W ago

Tongue Magic

Words glitter out of his mouth to lick me from brain to soul. His tongue-treasures caress and cut through the well-fed neck of social okays until the inside of my Muse can’t stop brewing tal...
Magaly Guerrero · 3W ago

She Bites

hey, Georgia, did you paint this bloom? it munched me! I think good old Stetson has been sprouting flowery corpses in his garden again, perhaps to continue arguing Eliot’s bit about April be...
Magaly Guerrero · 3W ago

Holed

The doctor says phantom heartaches aren’t chronic. “Distance should stop the bleeding. Take ½ a Time pill before the moon remembers she will never kiss the sun.” Distance hasn’t worked, Time...