Daily Archives: August 16, 2017

Works of F(r)iction

Posted on August 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… We tell lies in the cellar, sell our words for tiny button photographs of time. We’re in the weeds, berry -kissed and a little touched in the head. We’re re:cording ourselves sane, playing games across the fence between sigh … Continue reading →

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Stop Me (If You’ve Heard This One Before)

Posted on August 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… So, this poet walks into a ……..{space} …..bar and hyphen -ate hydrates herself with a trochee or two, and begins pledging ………..poems to a metered moon. Soon, the stars are all (g)listening, until they just can’t stop. ……………………Cue ……………………the … Continue reading →

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run two (point five)

Posted on August 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

……..{miles} to feel alive, to feel the breeze on your face and the night sky on your skin. say good morning to the moon and the stars and the new grace that’s ours if we let it soak in. ..

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