Tag Archives: frogs

Posted on November 22, 2021 by whimsygizmo

Kissing Frogs They do it all the time nowat the stream, in the marsh, in their own mudluscious homesbecause now they know (whew.) no (“someday”) prince will comeand the frogs love it and it’s all just in good fun. ::In November, we poem. And … Continue reading →

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Imagine the Frog’s Dismay

Posted on May 12, 2021 by whimsygizmo

at never being kissedat being dissed at having missed out on kingdom things. or perhaps he hops (happily) wild in the woodssheds all those shouldsand at nightfall, he sings. :: It’s Wednesday. We poem.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged fixing the endings, fractured fairy tales, frog not kissed, frogs, PAD, wayward princesses, wildling wood | 3 Comments

How Many Princesses Does It Take to Start a Revolution?

Posted on April 24, 2021 by whimsygizmo

Cinder goes by Ella now,and she and Belle agreethat if they can get Snow to show the magic number’s 3. Might a quartet be better? that trio does suppose,so once she’s had a tiny napthey wake up Briar Rose. Why not five? … Continue reading →

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barefoot and be-longing

Posted on April 24, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, she talks to frogs and speaks the braille of trees, fills her hands with the wispy ghosts of clouds and sings out loud in cobalt blue and pine-pressed green. these things, they save her. they steep her deep in … Continue reading →

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Pond Life

Posted on April 3, 2019 by whimsygizmo

(for Basho) .. I know nothing of frogs and their plop-and-splashing, translations with exclamation points, and those without. But I have met cutting words in darkness, echoed again against the shattered sunspill silence of my lily pad heart. .. … Continue reading →