Tag Archives: cento of my own poems

Feeling fractured, not quite full

Posted on November 29, 2018 by whimsygizmo

(A praised day found) . Please forgive me for the song that loops around us now, this quiet separation from the ……….stars. We raise our tiny voices to the sky – doodler of dragons, an unsolvable equation of puberty and … Continue reading →

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Braiding her own names into a strange new song

Posted on April 10, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. As the day takes its final breath, Persephone puts on pants, quirky girl under a paper doll moon, sleepwalking through slivers of limbs, and liquid skin. (We are) string theory sugar spun star sisters shouting yes to no one … Continue reading →

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