Daily Archives: November 8, 2024

Wells & Spells 

Posted on November 8, 2024 by whimsygizmo

Drawnand tired, we tossin our tarnished pieces of copperand listen for their impotent plop.                                Heads or tails,we whisper, knowing neither will do,for our heads are befuddled and be-draggled and our bodies feel likestrangers we must lug longdistances, heavy and unwieldy. … Continue reading →

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{well shaken}, not yet  s t i r r e d 

Posted on November 8, 2024 by whimsygizmo

again, the lines have blurred and all we’ve got is empty hands, a weary world.   is there a copper penny left here at rock bottom to spend, or send wishward to sky?                  ah, who can tell.  but feel that breeze? the trees know all is well.  ::PAD, day … Continue reading →

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