Daily Archives: November 17, 2022

The Sun’s a Golden Lozenge

Posted on November 17, 2022 by whimsygizmo

And there’s a croak in my throat and so from now on I shall speak only in braille, the ache of words unspokenthe frail flurry of feathersthe echo of this bright sky. I know the chance I’m takingbut it’s a choice I’m makingjust in case … Continue reading →

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Assessment

Posted on November 17, 2022 by whimsygizmo

And then we decide it’s worth it, even with the fact of falling even with the spindled stalling even with the calling of the wild. To soar, perhaps all we need is this breeze and a little feathered hope, a rope to pull us back from … Continue reading →