Monthly Archives: August 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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run, too

Posted on August 15, 2017 by whimsygizmo

{just two} {miles} cuz it’s all that you have time for. there are kids to get to school and all kinds of morning urgencies and emergencies and more. but first, run two. just you. in the silence of a midnight … Continue reading →

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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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wisps of clouds, and silence

Posted on August 12, 2017 by whimsygizmo

run three …………………{miles} prayerfully. ask for confidence, grace and grit to get through this crazy day. gratefully. with eyes that see all this gorgeous day might be.     ..

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run (just) one

Posted on August 11, 2017 by whimsygizmo

………….{mile} until it’s done. until there’s an end -orphin smile cracking open your jaw as that sun egg-yolks the sky. run it speedy gonzales style to make your own breeze, feel the rhythm of fast feet on this waking street. … Continue reading →

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run four

Posted on August 10, 2017 by whimsygizmo

{miles} she didn’t know she could, until she did. and then she died. …….{just kidding} but she did watch that wily sun slide up into the sky like a lemon wedge on the edge of a mountain-rimmed drink, lungs on … Continue reading →

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Camels, Eyes & Needles

Posted on August 9, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… It’s hump day, and she’s gotta say the piling up challenges of this desert place are starting to make her crazy. She’s dotted all the i’s and crossed more than t’s and tried to please the masses and the … Continue reading →

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