Daily Archives: March 18, 2015

Sleepy, Hollow

Posted on March 18, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… Headless. Hoarse. Man, the aftermath of my -grain days sucks, sew -ing nothing but metallic silence, trembling post -violence barely better than the pain. I wish you, in -stead, may pleasure and tulip bed -lam, chalk and long talks … Continue reading →

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La Spezia

Posted on March 18, 2015 by whimsygizmo

La Spezia, Italy . She’s got the ghost of the sea in her gaze, the haze of the coast on her mind; the linger -ing taste of caffé on her tongue, a single postcard on the wall secured with a … Continue reading →

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War Games, and Galatians

Posted on March 18, 2015 by whimsygizmo

“The Amazing Race 3,” by Leah Sauhnier The Painting Maniac   .. What if we bore fruit, instead of bombs? Lovejoypeacepatiencekindnessgoodnessfaithfullnessgentleness, self control? Stopped comparing apples, oranges and just ……….(bared) shared our souls?     .. Visual prompt from Poetic … Continue reading →

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New Math

Posted on March 18, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… 12+12=24 Still. Right? Unless you’re referring to a baker’s dozen, or one of them is one of those sneaky integers. And then, of course, there’s the question why? And the breaking down of each into its lowest common de … Continue reading →

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False Namings of Real Events

Posted on March 18, 2015 by whimsygizmo

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.” – Adrienne Rich Mount Hermon Fire   …   “Mount Hermon Fire” November 24, 1965 It was really just a football game. Sure, we … Continue reading →

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Four and Twenty

Posted on March 18, 2015 by whimsygizmo

“Apple of My Eye,” by Andrea Kowch They ain’t like crows, you know, with murder …………………….on their mind. But there ain’t nothin’ dainty ’bout ’em, neither, ……………….clusterin’ in that giant cloud, ……………………………all eyes on my pies. Apples have gone ……………….a … Continue reading →

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