Daily Archives: August 14, 2017

copper penny fountains {in which she finally uses all the words to describe something other than the moon}

Posted on August 14, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… With storm breath and flickered fear, we open journey-jars, spill-skip dream -coins into bubbled shadows. Dance a wish, lull-curl-whispered across spring-surface. The echo-sound’s a cued breeze, melted shimmer-grin-ghost. A boast-giggle, drizzled-green dawn. The twist leaves sparks, still-twisted scars that … Continue reading →

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Waking softly, slowly

Posted on August 14, 2017 by whimsygizmo

Every day’s the first day of something or other, so we remember the blue. And the blues. The used toothpaste tube. The scent of rain, fading. The crumbling of time. And the way this sly sky holds court with tree … Continue reading →

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