My partner and I decided to go out for dinner last night. I know that weekend dinners will always lead us to coffee or tea shops as a night cap so I made sure I had my Kindle with me, but on the last minute, I grabbed the book Darden gave me this month and shoved it in my partner’s backpack.
I ended up reading the real book instead.
I read the first short story in the collection: Cassandra Clare’s Some Fortunate Future Day.
Some Fortunate Future Day was set in the midst of a war on an alternate world. It talks about Rose and her father’s inventions, and Rose’s adventures with them. The story is a typical science fiction but darker and feels more… rusty. Don’t trust me though since I always regarded steam punk as unpolished science fiction – grittier and darker.
It always feel forced to prepare a review longer than it took the time to read the literature. So I’ll leave you some handwritten notes for now.
What to expect from Some Fortunate Future Day?
Bonus picture of aforementioned partner:
Just a quick post to let everyone know that my February books from Darden are home!
One’s a steam punk anthology while the other’s an apocalyptic novel. It’s pretty exciting to have two new speculative books to add to my collection. Yep, she’s giving the books to me. !!! She’s pretty wonderful and I’m still not sure what I did to deserve such warm kindness.
I can’t wait to start on the steam punk anthology, which is one of the genres I am most unfamiliar with. I never found armored bears and rusty airships fascinating so I’m eager to have my walls of snobbery broken this time. I feel pretty lucky to have someone hand me free books to hammer my narrow-mindedness thin and to keep my reading options considerably wider every month.
Thank you, Darden. I hope you enjoy the book I sent and may you find the rest of the month fun and kind.
Happy Valentines Day, everyone! This day is always a great day to post your favorite love poems without feeling too cheesy. This one right here is one of my favorite spoken word performances.
This Type Love by Shihan.
I want a love like
Me thinking of you
Thinking of me thinking of you type love
Or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself
About how I feel about you type love
Or hating how jealous you are
But loving how much you want me all to yourself type love
Or see how your first name just sound so good next to my last name
And shit I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you
And I barely made it out of my garage
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep
And wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love
Or who loves the other more
Or what she’s doing this exact moment
Or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good
Could hurt so much when she’s not there
And shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes
All around the how she she never forgets how much I love her type love
And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love
And hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel
And I want to deal with my friends making fun of me
The way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love
Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves
And just like in high school
I want to spend hours on the phone not saying shit
And then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me
And smell her all up in my covers type love
I want to try counting the ways I love her
And lose count in the middle just so I have to start all over again
And I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries
Even though they ain’t really anniversaries
But doing it just ‘cause it make her happy type love
And, check this, I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays
When none of us dialed into it type love
And talk to you until I lose my breathe
She leaves me breathless
But with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan
To something allows me to talk to her longer
‘cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves
And I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time
To love you as long as I’d like to type love
And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter
Just thinking about how strong this love is type love
And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair
Well, maybe not all of the hair
Maybe like I cut the split ends and trim my moustache
But it would still be a symbol of how strong my love for her
And check this, I kind of feel comfortable now
So I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light
Just dying to get hit by a car
Just so I could lose my memory
Get transported to some third world country just to get treated
Then somehow meet up again with you so I can fall in love with you
In a different language and see if it still feels the same type love
I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is
But I’m married, so she’s gonna be the one I share this love with
I got back from my holiday to a frenzy of activities – a funeral, work-related presentations, and a poetry reading. I attended the Lovebug/Labhag event at La Belle Aurore last Saturday and it was so much fun.
Here are some photos:
Chai Fonacier was fantastic.
It was an open-mic event so anyone who had love notes, poems and scribbles to share was free to read their pieces in front of every body. I would’ve wanted to read a poem (not necessarily mine) but I slept the entire afternoon and wasn’t ready. I will read something this year though.
The spoken word is truly beautiful and I’m glad we have an outlet to share and enjoy performance poetry (or just plain poetry reading) in my city and every month! Thank you, JB for hosting this and The Nomads for organizing.
See you next month!