Tag Archives: garden with toads prompts

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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This poem might never have been written

Posted on May 29, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… , were it not for a message from a distant friend: Hey! Thought of you! Check it out! (insert link to poetry challenge here.) Sure, she’d dabbled. Had inky fingers all her life. Seasons of indigo flow. Teenaged angst, … Continue reading →

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Shades

Posted on May 29, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. pull them closed. how else do you suppose we’ll hide these faded grays, the ways the days fray around the edges when no one’s looking?   .. Prompted by Toads.         

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Driftwood Beach Turtle

Posted on May 5, 2016 by whimsygizmo

driftwood beach turtle, by Zack Jackson  … The Lake has tumbled your pieces smooth, grooved and waiting for artist’s hands to ask wordless questions. He gathers. Squints. Sees a body, a head, a swell of shell. Assembles. Pebbled sand greets … Continue reading →

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Of Inchworms&Ink

Posted on May 1, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… I think (got an inkling in my inmost being) that this incredible …….afternoon inspires the intricacies of phrase and the indulgence of in -direct sunlight (that ingot of sky fire in solar plexus.) In spite of my initial interjection … Continue reading →

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Sky song for a Friday afternoon

Posted on April 29, 2016 by whimsygizmo

Blue is held in heart and chest, stirred by significant breeze, contemplated by clouds. We shroud ourselves in -digo proud, believe ………………..in blur.   .. Prompted by Toads.     

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the girl hates bios, mirrors. loves the sky.

Posted on April 28, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… she is sans serif 10-point type, often italicized never bold. she is onion paper see-through skin. easily erased, truth untold. she’s scribbled whim and ellipsis salt, ridiculous blessings, cacophonous grace. she’s words in margins, indigo fire. moon swallowed, sunset … Continue reading →

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Tea, and Ceremony

Posted on April 27, 2016 by whimsygizmo

When you serve tea to your guests, you should simply serve tea from your heart, and think about nothing more.   – Sen No Rikyu   …  When we don’t wanna think, we drink. Tea and rum -bled phrase, days and … Continue reading →

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1985

Posted on April 26, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… An astonishing number of girls in the sophomore class of Pahrump Valley High were Prince for Halloween. Slicked-over hair, ruffled shirts, raspberry berets, purple reigning everywhere. Inflatable guitars. I was Madonna, Desperately Seeking (Something), in lace gloves, miniskirt, teased … Continue reading →

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Origin Story

Posted on April 25, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. I am from ink. The brink of heartbreak. The swell of grace. Some podunk place you’ve never heard of. A pom-pom. A pen. The pocket of a jean jumper. The bumper of a Gran Torino (green). A reservation mesa. … Continue reading →

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