Monthly Archives: April 2020

in praise of finish(ed) lines

Posted on April 30, 2020 by whimsygizmo

we inky finger tappety-key the words across these snow drifts day after day after day after ………………………………..day, even as the world is ending even though our kids are home even though we’re torn, and tumbled even though the world is … Continue reading →

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total loss for words

Posted on April 29, 2020 by whimsygizmo

The sky’s a sheer black slate of broken stars, a cold moon holding her tongue.     .. An American Sentence. {in april we poem.}   

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of rearview, and regret

Posted on April 28, 2020 by whimsygizmo

… this poem wishes she was just a little longer slower stronger more open more hopin’ or maybe just closer than she appears. .. in april we poem.       

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a poem

Posted on April 27, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. is a massive thought sometimes caught in a tiny box.     …. in april we poem.       

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Here There Be Giants

Posted on April 27, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. Big ones, with teeth. They’re massive, and they’re angry beyond belief. They’ve got spikes and scales and dragon tails and fangs that sink in deep. They’re  .H…U≥G…E and they’re scary, (so better beware-y) when simply walking down my street. … Continue reading →

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pocket change

Posted on April 26, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. let’s stuff some hope in there, and some kindness, too, a little sun -shine and some promises that just might fight these denim blues. we’ll need some unity and a quiet few who are willing to break through and … Continue reading →

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17 cents

Posted on April 26, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. just two ….(call ’em lucky) pennies and three nickels …….(rub ’em all together) that say she just might make it , that this sky might turn from black …and blue to sunrise tangerine so sweet, that these dirty feet … Continue reading →

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re:mix’d and mashed

Posted on April 26, 2020 by whimsygizmo

some days,  she takes her potatoes …..(and her love poems) smashed to smithereens, brave new world view things cleaving, leaving eyes and peelings in this social rebel breeze. she is the scribbler who scrambled her words, the girl who talked … Continue reading →

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barefoot and be-longing

Posted on April 24, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, she talks to frogs and speaks the braille of trees, fills her hands with the wispy ghosts of clouds and sings out loud in cobalt blue and pine-pressed green. these things, they save her. they steep her deep in … Continue reading →

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social breeze

Posted on April 24, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. it carries in the wisdom of these trees, the hum-hum-hummer of these birds, a hint of song. we’ve held it, quiet in our aching hands our un-hugging hands our un-holding hands our idle hands our hungry hands, but as … Continue reading →

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