Daily Archives: January 16, 2017

Belated Thrones and Unthrown Stones

Posted on January 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

  He held a dream in quiet hands. We ………….{now, still} listen, wonder if the world will ever be ready to whisper itself some semblance of sane. Do you hear the echoes of that peace? That piece of ourselves we … Continue reading →

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this poem is a whisper

Posted on January 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… , a twisted scar-shadow, shallowspill, breeze-curled dance of chance. leave it out in the open, melted down for songs, lulled shimmer-safe into the skipspark of its own dark name. we breathe bubbles, grin green clouds. twist roses through our … Continue reading →

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tree skins and silence

Posted on January 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… shhhhh, i am inky-quiet and strange to my own touch. I am lo(o)sing my muchness to some mad-and-moonly sky. try and find me here, among these forest fallings; i dare you. i swear, somewhere between there and the whisper … Continue reading →

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An Abundance of Artichokes

Posted on January 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. It started with the radishes. Wily little blushing suckers; plop-popping up everywhere, ready to be plucked from the soil and ravenously ravished in spicy bites. We thought briefly of carrots, but thought better. Bitter being better, per -haps. Or … Continue reading →

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all is fine, and {inky} well

Posted on January 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. please, give her some (hope, that thing with feathers) ………….quill, something with which to scritch ….herself ……..sane.   .. Prompted by Miz Q, day 14. Still catching up, backward. 

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paper parchment skies

Posted on January 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… she sits under the bougainvillea with her books. swallows wor(l)ds whole, feeds her soul with stories. she cries when characters die, has a hardcore crush on Poe, and Twain. stains her fingers in blackberries and ink. she thinks the … Continue reading →

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Pocketing Blue

Posted on January 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… Okay, the horizon’s gone a little murky and the air -waves are a cacophony of argumentation and delineation and falsification and hate. We debate and we try to satiate our hunger with happenstance instead of hope. We grope around … Continue reading →

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