Daily Archives: November 18, 2024

Refreshing the Storm

Posted on November 18, 2024 by whimsygizmo

We were warned that all this din would wrack our limbs would settle in to core and marrow, root and soil. We got weary of the far and near, the wait and see. How many licks does it take to take down the tree? And when it finally … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge 2024 | Tagged how many licks, if a tree falls, limbs, storms, tree poems | 3 Comments

blurberry stew

Posted on November 18, 2024 by whimsygizmo

i am craving a double helping of nothing -ness, nothing less than sigh-lence, a whir of days smudged quiet. a shush-hushed hum of lack of storm. let’s make it the norm to ohmmmmm our own names and snooze ourselves sane and blur all the edges and futz outside the linesand … Continue reading →