Daily Archives: November 9, 2015

Identity

Posted on November 9, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. She thought she was a pirate, thought she’d sail the high seas, pillage and plunder as she pleased. Somebody handed her a plunger in ….-stead. She thought she was a princess, thought she’d ride a white steed, braid daisies … Continue reading →

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Her Dark(Roast) Side

Posted on November 9, 2015 by whimsygizmo

Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee. Everybody shut up. Coffee. – found poem seen on a chalkboard in a tiny coffee shop (and repeated ad nauseam by my 5-year-old nephew, who can already read). ..   Give her some magic … Continue reading →

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This poem thought it was a song.

Posted on November 9, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. , and then it realized perhaps it had a more subtle flow. It lost its tune. It tried to swallow the sun. It danced two steps forward right into a damn hole. It sold its own soul for some … Continue reading →

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