Tag Archives: bones

Stars, and other softer songs

Posted on October 16, 2019 by whimsygizmo

  We walk in hush under a humbled sky; hand- led, held to the beat of a broken moon, and a maze of dinosaur bones.   .. Written for Poetic Asides.    

Posted in moon poems, poetic asides poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Apt 4D

Posted on February 16, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. This poem is a studio apart -ment, a compartment meant for greater things than all this sylla -bled skin. It’s got too many room -mates, not enough pizza, the slightest scent of stale stanzas. It’s got corrugated corduroy curtains … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | 20 Comments

Packing Tape

Posted on February 16, 2016 by whimsygizmo

He’s solid rock under my feet, breathing room for my soul.  – Psalm 62:2   .. The day she found her heart to be an uninhabitable room (small, dark, stifling) a cage of her own wild ………………making a closet full … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | 23 Comments

The Significance of Skin

Posted on January 20, 2016 by whimsygizmo

“Last time, I imagined myself as the kid. This time, the skeleton.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars .. For now, we’ve covered everything we can with these veiny shrouds, this masquerade of muscle, sinew, blood. We’ve danced … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Closets

Posted on October 7, 2015 by whimsygizmo

The boogieman’s got a plan. You see, he’s not hiding. He’s reading my …………..diary. He’s sitting on the pelvic bone stones of my old skeletons, waiting for me to wake up.     .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.   

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Spelunking Through My Own Junk

Posted on June 12, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. It’s dark in here, but isn’t it always, deep in the corners where the most brittle bones lie? I’ve got seven lives or so that say we’ll make it out of this one, see the sun again and try … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 11 Comments

closets

Posted on April 29, 2015 by whimsygizmo

Skin’s the least of me. – Theodore Roethke .. it’s not easy to hacksaw a secret into 206 splinter-marrowed pieces, but she’s no stranger to per …………………………………-severance, naming each scrimshaw syllable ulna, tarsal, scapula, mandible. there’s a word for all … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | 5 Comments