Tag Archives: bridges

Battle of Bridges, and Sighs

Posted on April 9, 2018 by whimsygizmo

Most days, we don’t know which ones to cross and which ones …….(senses, secrets, songs) to burn. So we paint them, portraits of our own in -decision, steel and solid basket cases of our wandering hearts. We run our hungry … Continue reading →

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Many stone steps, going somewhere soon.

Posted on February 22, 2017 by whimsygizmo

  .. We crave the cobbling of days, the ways that things unthrown might add up to some pathway, some intricate up. Some cup more than half full. Runneth over. We live in glass houses, under glass ceilings, grass roofs … Continue reading →

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Crum, Bling

Posted on February 9, 2017 by whimsygizmo

Give us cookies, shiny things. That we might leave a trail, might find our way back home. Give us stones unstacked and thrown only into sea, river rock turning water to power. Give us hours and stories. Smiles. A way … Continue reading →

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the sound of small doors closing

Posted on January 10, 2017 by whimsygizmo

the earth’s got a million walls, a thousand places to mime yourself shut, a live person crammed into a small in -visible box. what of bridges? trellised places we might climb and rhyme and stand                  (together) to gather our songs. … Continue reading →

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the bridge of a thousand sighs

Posted on October 14, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. one step forward, two steps back (it’s a cha-cha-cha, really) and we smile anyway and graffiti our gratitude on broken planks. the world is leaking in, sneaking up and filling cups with all manner of bitterness and dis -traction. … Continue reading →

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Suspension

Posted on April 28, 2015 by whimsygizmo

of disbelief, she is borrow water, trestle and truss and step -stone moon. She is covered in beam, arched shoulders waiting, a time to build; a time to learn: There are some things to cross, and some to burn.   … Continue reading →

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