Another blackout/ found poetry piece from the galley proof of my short story collection,
The Trouble with Wanting, and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales.
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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.
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.
Song Choice: Singing in the Rain/ Umbrella mashup from Glee