Author Archives: whimsygizmo

spitting at the sun

Posted on April 23, 2018

she’s too hot too handle, and so the boys take action, look up and fire away. …………gravity laughs.   .. Advertisements

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When You Are Finished With Your Own Scar-Gazing

Posted on April 23, 2018

, gather me a sinew-sky full of fireflies with intricate wings, no-more-questions; a place to hold my broken wishes, my brightest hope. A stone for keeping, knowing, throwing at my fears; a few years to breathe, be -lieve in my … Continue reading →

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Past (Im)Perfect

Posted on April 23, 2018

{Gerund fun from 1991}   .. You: drinking unthinking cheating repeating breaking faking stealing unfeeling lying. Me: crying trying dying feeling reeling kneeling grieving believing , ……leaving.   ..   Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 23.   

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(S)Lumber Parties for Dizzy-Daisy Princesses

Posted on April 23, 2018

See, here’s the thing:  the men -folk are all off engaging in the hum -drum dumb of war and snoozing laws. We prefer a (rebel-with-a-cause) preponderance of paws, and whip -cream shapes and declarations that go a-May-ing: National Peanut Butter … Continue reading →

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Mooning {again}

Posted on April 23, 2018

Love her, love her (k)not; secret her against your skin and taste her salt. She is the running of the wolves, is the shaking of the photograph, is a grainy and lamenting sky. Warn her of your passing, and warm … Continue reading →

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forget me not

Posted on April 22, 2018

… pluck every petal if you must, and trust them to the breeze. but hold the stem at center near your heart, before you start again.   .. Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 22. 

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Black Willow

Posted on April 22, 2018

.. What is it that we are? Me, I can define myself by the height of that black willow, watching over the pond since we were kids. We’ve etched our secret loves on her trunk, threaded her wilting limbs through … Continue reading →

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