Tag Archives: Edgar Allen Poe

I’ve Got a Poe(Um, in My Pocket)

Posted on April 26, 2018 by whimsygizmo

(It’s complicated.) .. In case you’ve missed it, we’re together now, me and Ed -gar. He knows a thing or two about ravens, murder, and the lamenting beat of a tell-tale heart. It stops, it starts, it spills its secrets … Continue reading →

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penning tiny Poe (um)

Posted on December 12, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… when we have had enough of (n)ever -more, we shall free our world-walled heart {its stops, its starts} and just watch that black bird fly.   ..

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what if this

Posted on November 9, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… poe umm is a tell-tale heart, an unquiet start -led by nothing more than the ghost of something less? what if she’s tested the waters and found them too salty, faulty in all their storms? what if this is … Continue reading →

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It’s Complicated.

Posted on April 9, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. Once upon an embered morn, while I quoth my nevermore, you came tapping, gently rapping, opening my chamber door. I shut my eyes &felt you kiss me dead, adagio a gallop on my heart. I wish to be a … Continue reading →

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paper parchment skies

Posted on January 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… she sits under the bougainvillea with her books. swallows wor(l)ds whole, feeds her soul with stories. she cries when characters die, has a hardcore crush on Poe, and Twain. stains her fingers in blackberries and ink. she thinks the … Continue reading →

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