Monthly Archives: September 2017

spicing the moon

Posted on September 30, 2017 by whimsygizmo

tonight she’s all cinnamon-simmer, a saffron-shimmer in a cardamom sky. melt her center, spent. bent towards some semblance of jazz -mine grace, her face a swollen slice of stolen nutmeg pie. sprinkle her in crater -cradled stars. sp(l)ice her soul … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille | Tagged dVerse, moon poems, moon stones, Q44, Quadrille, spice, spices, stars | 7 Comments

We Regret to Inform You

Posted on September 20, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… This poem knows nothing new of note. Nothing notable nor news worthy. Nothing even slightly south of sane. It’s got no goods, not even on the down low. No get up and go when it comes to bending an … Continue reading →

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What have we done?

Posted on September 20, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… Did we dance? Did the stars etch our path, fallen and pure and lost? Did we toss the right things to sky, and keep the rest? Or did we hide our best faces for those rainy days? Have you … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems | Tagged asking questions, how many licks does it take?, question poems, sense of snow, sky songs, smell of snow, snow, Tootsie Pop | 15 Comments

The Throatstone that Wakes Her

Posted on September 14, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… This fear is the long slow heartbeat of that clock, the tocking of hours and the clicking of keys. It seizes the day in fits and starts and sputters, utters vapor words to a chalkboard sky, blows desert wind, … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems | Tagged fear, fear and loathing, heartbeat of clock, here there be dragons, seize the day | 20 Comments

Another Thing, Coming

Posted on September 14, 2017 by whimsygizmo

I’m the dreaming ghost, guest, waitress, watcher, wanting the words to be true. Whatever the weapons may come to mean. ……………………………– Adrienne Rich, Scenes of Negotiation … You’ve got it, in spades, she tells the girl in the mirror … Continue reading →

Posted in Miz Q Prompts | Tagged Miz Q, sins of the father, you get what you deserve | 6 Comments

Moon Mother

Posted on September 13, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. she’s a sweet old golden grandmother in an embroidered jacket, all pale blond pigtails and plush mouth plumped for kisses. teacher of all things celestial and falling. she’s the penny you saved, the drop of water earned. the thumbprint … Continue reading →

Posted in moon poems | Tagged moon poems, moon stones, Mother Moon, shawna word lists | 3 Comments

storm fairy

Posted on September 13, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… so, listen: you’re either well -weathered wit(her), or you’re not. if you’ve caught her ……..(net, pocket, palm) you know the moment -airy calm she brings be fore. her satin ribbon hair’s a syllabic squall wibble-wobbly woven through this sky. … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged elaborate storms, fairy poems, fairy tales, Poetic Asides, sky poems, sky songs, storms, weather, weather patterns | 1 Comment

run two

Posted on September 13, 2017 by whimsygizmo

{.5} lungs full of glue, but alive and well and ready again to pound these morning streets. set rhythm of feet and rasp to go, then do, and take up the task of shred-treading on through. sun beat us today, but … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged fiery lungs, recovering from a chest cold, rhythm of feet, run one, run two, run two plus, running commentary, running poems, running through sludge | 1 Comment

If The Earth Stands Still, I Will Know No More Than This.

Posted on September 12, 2017 by whimsygizmo

There is really nothing you must be and there is nothing you must do. There is really nothing you must have and there is nothing you must know. There is really nothing you must become. However, it helps to understand … Continue reading →

Posted in dVerse poems | Tagged dVerse, fallen stars, rain, shattered silence, sky songs, tempering doubt, Zen | 14 Comments

Throwing Stones at Wayward Thrones

Posted on September 12, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. We are the princesses of ice and fire and fog and fluff. We have had enough of your glass …………(ceilings) slippers and your velvet chairs not meant for sitting and your golden stair demands of our locks. Your frocks … Continue reading →