Author Archives: whimsygizmo

august and everything after

forgiveness comes injuts and startspieces,parts. and so does fear. here,questions unanswered,truths unsaid,his icy stare. there,a ragged hole in the wall;(not, quite)(not quite, yet)the last straw. just one more(sharp)tiny hole-punchto her heart. It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m hosting. … Continue reading

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night shift

the stars are clocking inagain, twinkled noses setto grindstones. wishingmoments. filing awaythe hours. bathed in shine,we praise the darknessfull of shadowedsecretsand other unquietmatters of the heart. that swollen misfit moon,a work of art. ::I’m late to the party for this … Continue reading

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aubade with a broken smile 

morning breaks us open, and we ponder dragon-breath clouds and all that crimson fire.  we’ve already held these miles between our teeth and found them too salty, too muddled-much for day’s embrace.  the sky’s a quiet place to trace our last good -byes.  ::Linda’s got a great word … Continue reading

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sans 

i am -bic pen, a(r)che-typed in longing, serif soul smithed in mist and storm.  clouds are commas. this world:  a swirled parens awaiting closure, exposure to a lone ellipsis moon. sea-swooned,we would hold these truths, but nobody told us we could be  bold.   ::It’s Quadrille Monday over … Continue reading

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Another Pin-Pricked Sigh Sky 

I can’t think of a better medicine than stars for a ceiling. – Yellowstone  :: Now I lay me down                  (to sleep) my fears my tears the tired trappings of my heart.  A quieting restart,this midnight sky.  My wayward soul to keep,counting         (blessings) clouds as sheep.  Standing still, I … Continue reading

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is there anybody out there? 

when the tree falls                  (in the forest) for the sky do you and i hear it, across all these miles?  i know notof timbre falling ,but the stars are full of static electricity and the moon is all crescent cling and zing.  ::I’ve been gleefully out of … Continue reading

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the way the moon slanted her smile at me last time 

, and we’re out there standing on the beach and my toes know sand is fairy dust, and I trust my heart to this evening breeze and she’s teasing me with this closed paren -thesis of gold and so i’ve gone and told the earth … Continue reading

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moving on

(in the key of clack)  :: we’ve left our black smudges on the pages of each other’s hearts.  we’ve flirted, we’ve fallen.we’ve phrased.  we’re right here last callin’glasses raised for one moreround, glass syllables clinkedand jackets donned.  and now as we soldier on (as these … Continue reading

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ghost heart 

you have been living with my ghost.  the rest of me is gone,wisp’d way by grief.  all that’s left here are remnants hanging in the air ,words not said old smoke rings and other barely there things.  :: In April, we poem.

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anyone’s any was all to her

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart:  when you sing in your whisky voice when the world is mud-luscious, the little bird by snow and stir by stillwhen the world is puddle-wonderful he sang his didn’t he danced his did. … Continue reading

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