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moon mother lathers the sky

Posted on January 29, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  play magnetic poetry here. 

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Moon Mother

Posted on September 13, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. she’s a sweet old golden grandmother in an embroidered jacket, all pale blond pigtails and plush mouth plumped for kisses. teacher of all things celestial and falling. she’s the penny you saved, the drop of water earned. the thumbprint … Continue reading →

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Mother Moon Takes a Coffee Break

Posted on April 15, 2017 by whimsygizmo

  .. You’re waning again, oh, half-done moon, half-won moon. Straining again to borrow enough light sorrow enough flight to take a larger bite of this broken sky, this tokened why. You take it black with a milky way pour, … Continue reading →

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Mother, May I?

Posted on April 22, 2016 by whimsygizmo

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.” — Henry David Thoreau .. We wish for truth in shades of black and white. It comes … Continue reading →

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Non Grata (Hungry Like a Wolf) 

Posted on April 26, 2024 by whimsygizmo

First off, I’m neither big nor bad. Sure, I’ve had my share of          (sticks, bricks, straw) incidents, but I wouldn’t hurt a fly, even when I’m seeing a little Red.  No little pigs, little boys, or grandmothers were harmed in the making of this story, man.  And that’s all … Continue reading →

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Mad ©Hatterbox Poem

Posted on November 3, 2022 by whimsygizmo

This poem will not stop spilling. It’s thrilling, really if you can keep up. She can’t shut her trap to save her life. Words every -where. She says drink meand we do, because she is both decadent and true  and all things in between. As well as … Continue reading →

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Of death, and days

Posted on November 1, 2022 by whimsygizmo

(for my great-grandmother) And crabapple orchards and hand-carved woodtravel souvenirs and decades-oldhard candies in delicate dishes. Named Pearl,she did both agitateand shine. Her noodles were legendary.(I got sick on them once,and that was the end of that.) Her crooked old … Continue reading →

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Happily, Ever 

Posted on April 26, 2022 by whimsygizmo

They are still unshod, by god-mother. (These wayward Wildling rebel-rogue princesses.)  Barefoot loose and fancy only in their own daisy-chained glee. Nobody’s  waiting to be saved. No-body’s even shaved in weeks and weeks. It’s  all grown wild, like weedsand flowers, ivy. Stars. Some days, they … Continue reading →

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Wilding Wood is Not a Waiting Room 

Posted on April 15, 2022 by whimsygizmo

For the record, the wildlings (these wayward rebel-rogue princesses) are not ladies in waiting.  They are not sitting about biding their time until their princes come or their fathers give permission or their fairy godmothers wave the wand.  They’re quite happy here, fond of sun-kissed freckles and filthy feet.  They’re … Continue reading →

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Sacred Ground & other Sorrows

Posted on August 27, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… Trace her indigo, emerald, blush of sunset, rise of moon. Name her lost daughter, holy place, mother earth -en fire, cold desire. Give her a swollen pasture soul, a staggered heartbeat under hungry feet. Quill her center in ancient … Continue reading →

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