Daily Archives: November 22, 2015

The Sensory Significance of Snow

Posted on November 22, 2015 by whimsygizmo

  ..   Velour my tongue, infinity frost my eyelashes. Crystallize this sky with the ache of silence. The world’s a sugar whirl -wind, a quiet-spun un, the sweetest flutter-spill of flake and flight. Melt star tears against my skin. … Continue reading →

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Echo at the End of the Tunnel

Posted on November 22, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. Broken as dawn, her voice cracks open the day. Broken as egg. Black -ened and brined. Blank -eted in silence. Be -lieve her when she says she’s drawn a blank. End this small and elegant space with a broken … Continue reading →

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Waiting for the Sky to Fall

Posted on November 22, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. There’s a murmur -ation among the stars ……….tonight that has us wondering how ebony can it all get and how much chalk is it gonna take …to change all this slate to something that makes sense? Wait, I’ll hold … Continue reading →

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