Monthly Archives: April 2019

The Art of Going West toward Ottawa with a Complete Forgery of Vermeer’s ‘The Little Street’ in Our Trunk, After the Rain Stops Once Again

Posted on April 30, 2019 by whimsygizmo

{for Grandma Moses} . Don’t stop when we get to the border, no matter how shaken , stirred we are by this heisted hum. Don’t mourn that moon behind us, or this star-scarred sky, or that sinister shade of blue. … Continue reading →

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hum again

Posted on April 29, 2019 by whimsygizmo

even when the world shouts loud and the heart breaks easy, even when the devil’s in the details and the day’s tales and the dawn, even when your song is silenced. be numb again. then thaw to sunrise, surrender to … Continue reading →

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Bones

Posted on April 29, 2019 by whimsygizmo

(an erasure poem) This poem is the sludge of her pencil, the long lost magic of that gold paint noise. In April, we poem. Erasured from this poem from day 21: Bare Bones This poem is drawn (and … Continue reading →

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hang a left when you get to the moon

Posted on April 29, 2019 by whimsygizmo

she’ll show you the way to wane, to whim the hands of time to darker sides. go straight for the stars, dot-to-dot math a path to that horizon haze, and hold the day loosely in pin-pricked points. sway right at … Continue reading →

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when evening comes

Posted on April 27, 2019 by whimsygizmo

, and the day’s all wrung out, small and silent – buzzing sunset burned to cricket song, I’m lost in the long …………..(shadow) -gone ghost of you, and the sky’s too small for such an intricate heart. .. In … Continue reading →

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banished from the castle

Posted on April 25, 2019 by whimsygizmo

. She’s the giggle at a funeral. ………..– from “Take Me to Church,” by Hozier … she’s been flung outside again to think on it, consider her royal calling, the grace from which she’s forever falling. she of dirty … Continue reading →

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Completely Smashed

Posted on April 24, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. against this midnight-silent sky, he is all rum -bled song (how many bottles of beer on the wall? We’ve lost count.) He’s cashed in and crashed on our couches and trashed his last joint and pointed at that tattle-tale … Continue reading →

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free poem,{slight}fee poem

Posted on April 23, 2019 by whimsygizmo

free poem this poem is a free ……………………(spirit) -for-all fall …………….(from grace) of white space. she’s so lost, she’s no cost, just loose words tossed to page: gregarious gratis, rate-free rage. it’s getting late in the game, and she’s tired, … Continue reading →

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post-it notes to my sometimes selves

Posted on April 22, 2019 by whimsygizmo

“She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a … Continue reading →

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scribbling on the moon

Posted on April 22, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. we’ve borrowed Orion’s belt -sander, Icarus’ wax and wane, the silver-tipped nibs of these immediate stars. it’s quite a stretch, this lunar etch-a-sketch , but we hope you’ll read it, …………soon. .. In April, we poem.