Category Archives: Miz Q January

Listening to my 13-year-old daughter sing Alessia Cara on an ordinary Thursday night

Posted on January 26, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. But there’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart No scars to your … Continue reading →

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let’s find the value of x

Posted on January 25, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. cross it out. see? that lost dream, that tattered seam sky. there’s a -nother why we’ve tossed aside. got an eraser? you’ll find its dust can thrust the worst from will and whim and wander. ponder this: some algorithm … Continue reading →

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downward

Posted on January 24, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. she dreams in spiraled clouds, candy spun of nothing-dreams. she seems a wayward soul, a lost girl in dragon skin. she’s begin -ning to believe in something, anything, this thing that is her own dark soul. she knows the … Continue reading →

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Veer, Mere

Posted on January 24, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. So, there’s a milky white elephant in the room, and we’re all too blind (too tired, too bored) to see it. Your heart tells you it’s a sham, a scam, a giant hat, a pot of nothing. Your hands … Continue reading →

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Bawdy Aubade

Posted on January 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. Saucy wench, that moon. Silk-slipping away with morning’s after -glow. She knows a thing or two about slinking away, sinking low when sun cracks open its egg-on-the-face stain. She’s danced all night and now it’s time to tuck in … Continue reading →

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Sum Her Up Like This

Posted on January 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. : Some brilliant Blue, soft shirring of breeze. Shade trees. Sand. Inky fingers and salty toes. White pages, fluttering. Waiting. Birdsong. Pine. One wordsong at a time, and a million thoughts to in …-di ……..-go. .. Prompted by Miz … Continue reading →

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Schizophrenic Poem

Posted on January 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

…. This poem has multiple personalities, a couple of voices you might want to (fear) hear. It can converse in verse and tone and tongues, say one thing or no thing or some thing else entirely. It’s (banana) split with … Continue reading →

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Slanted Aubade

Posted on January 19, 2017 by whimsygizmo

{It Dawns on Her} .. Oh, that damn sun comes up again. And coffee fills her cup again and one day’s not enough again and it’s all kind of getting under her skin. The adieu of moon, the tilted sky. … Continue reading →

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Holding Up the Sky

Posted on January 18, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. We were only lying there, counting stars. I think. (After all, it was dark.) Ursa Major was the brightest spark, with a crow or two besides, a ram (and one small flicker -fly.) 88 of them in all, (infinity … Continue reading →

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Candle

Posted on January 17, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. See it at center. We walk around it in concentric circles, wonder-wandering. Hear the tock; we are the clock, arrows pointed out -ward as it stands, anti-time. Sublime. You sketch it all you want. I shall paint only with … Continue reading →

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