Monthly Archives: February 2016

Spell, Bound

Posted on February 28, 2016 by whimsygizmo

Come, sit a spell in the citadel and help me coral (core all) my syll- a -bulls. Dey got sharp horns (and harps, shorn) and dey songs is harm, Mon -(s)izing up all this strange. You got a pair, a … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged doublespeak, imaginary garden with real toads poems, syllables, Toads, wordplay | 11 Comments

Sidewalk Talk {Sans Chalk}

Posted on February 25, 2016 by whimsygizmo

I am stumbling around these city streets; I have nowhere to lay my weary head, no slice of ground to call home. My affinity for loneliness and loss has me one with the rumble of silence, the holy heart of … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged dVerse poems, fiction, first person, sea, sky, street poems | 20 Comments

seven ways to wish upon a star

Posted on February 24, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. tremble the sky loose with your own salt, fill your hands with indigo and ebony. ask orion a rhetorical quest -ion or two {in pig latin, or martian, or sioux.} welcome broken. speak only when spoken to, by breeze. … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged poeming, Poetic Asides, Poetry, star poems, star songs, wishes | 2 Comments

Franklin, m’Dear,

Posted on February 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

He gave a damn about a lot of things: Physics, the key to electricity, lightning rods, the balancing act of bifocals, illegitimate sons. Betcha $100 (or a half) that a whole lot of the ama -zing things he said were … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged $100 dollar bill, Benjamin Franklin, indifferent skies, shawna poems, zing | 4 Comments

StorySongs

Posted on February 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… There’s a man on the street with dirty feet and an old guitar. He’s got $18 in an old jam jar, but he can’t seem to remember his way home. There are stories in his veins and in his … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bird poems, dVerse, Harper Lee, mockingbirds, stories, to kill a mockingbird | 20 Comments

Bumble

Posted on February 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… I’m bringin’ home a baby, ……..(bumblebee) she says. Won’t mama be ………….(so proud of me) surprised? My eyes are saucers of sour milk, knowing our whole world’s about to crackle loose and buzz into something else. My bubblegum snaps … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged bubblegum, dVerse, Q44, Quadrille | 3 Comments

Meanwhile, 95 miles south by south(l)east,

Posted on February 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

This poem has straight dark hair and ponytails and idle dimples. It’s simple, really: just add a few monks chanting in {prig}Latin, a satin stir -fry of peppers and mush -rooms of lingered lawn mowers (the scent of fresh-cut summer). … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged gettin' silly with Shawna, Shawna's word lists, silliness, word list fun | 3 Comments

like a river

Posted on February 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

(Monet) … I am shaken, stirred, blurred he leads me into something that can breathe, beside the still never left drowning in my own salt waters. .. Written for Margo’s Tuesday Tryouts.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Margo Roby prompts, Monet paintings, peace, peace like a river, psalms | 8 Comments

Four Words, Backwards

Posted on February 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

{one of his low, slurning books} .. mawn lower, fry. ………..stir. .. Shawna word list.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged gettin' silly with Shawna, lawn mowers, shawna word lists, wordplay | 5 Comments

Bell My U(nigh,verse) City {Pic: Sea Dust}

Posted on February 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… Lemme ’splain my spleen: Sophie’s choice was a CT scan(-tilly clad) stir -fry cook monk chanting in {pig}Latin. (ixnay on the awn mower, lei) Long story short (straight dark hair): we blew a gasket, ordered a casket in pine, … Continue reading →