Category Archives: twiglets

A fair 70º after 3 days at 90º+.

Posted on May 2, 2023 by whimsygizmo

:: A spring breeze stirsand these desert blooms nod their glee. :: Written for Misky’s Twigs.

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The Red Bricks

Posted on April 12, 2022 by whimsygizmo

was the red wheelbarrow (glazed with rainwater) full of them? he doesn’t say,so maybe (not) or maybe it didn’t matter. besides,only the white chickens know. :: Inspired by William Carlos Williams. And Twiglets:

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syrup sky

Posted on November 19, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. she breathes …………….oh, my under waffled clouds. .. I soooo wish I could take credit for the title phrase, but it’s Misky’s twiglet today. Come play!

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Dry Spell

Posted on October 9, 2019 by whimsygizmo

The moon’s got a river of promise running through her milky skin, a vein of waning soul. I’ve got a fallen-scar wish that says she’s willing to die for that ocean. And really, aren’t we all just bodies of water … Continue reading →

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*aster-risk

Posted on September 24, 2019 by whimsygizmo

Humanity i hate you… – E.E. Cummings .. she longs to shed …this weary skin, …….begin again ………………………..adorned in stars. .. twiglet #145.

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dragon dna

Posted on August 27, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. they’re two parts moon, i think, a drink of shimmered scale and waxing fire. where do their wings come from? starling murmur? darling’d breeze? the breath of trees and song that comes ……………(what may) from long stray veins … Continue reading →

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long gray braids and fading footprints

Posted on July 30, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. you look older now whispers that naughty moon, my wanderlust gypsy soul sister. i silence her in sea -glass, sand and salt, true-north pebbled ………………..stones, as the stars lie in wait for me. .. twiglet #137 … Continue reading →

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worst case: the clocks don’t wake.

Posted on April 2, 2019 by whimsygizmo

… no tick-tock rock a -bye to try and tease me into animated state. no hands to take the day in stilted seconds. no numbered phase. no captured trace. no era caught. on second thought, you tease, ………………..yes, please. … Continue reading →

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of roads and rage

Posted on February 21, 2019 by whimsygizmo

… hit the road, jack -al, …………scoundrel, …………………….swindling soul. flee this broken place until all that’s left is a speeding car, ………………………..a vanishing of …………………………………….(stars) ……………………………………………..tar. .. twiglet #114.

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Cauldrons Calling

Posted on February 12, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. Oh, we’ve got spells. Woo him. Thrill him. Kill him. Spill him to the moon, she’ll hold him fast. Bubble-bubbled, toiled and troubled here in all this midnight mass. You only need bring a broken kite string, your sharpest … Continue reading →