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Dragon Moon

Posted on June 1, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. She’s a white curl snarl of bright stone, shone in fire and song. We watch her tail turn black, wane smudge into this talon-punctured scrim. She swims across the inky ocean, curved into her own dark flank. She’s listening … Continue reading →

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sewn mouth

Posted on April 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… there is a harvest of phrase (a hum, a song, a scream) behind my be -stung tongue. my teeth a cage, my seeds are gone. no pit, …………….all stone.   ..   Prompted by toads.   

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Somewhere in the City

Posted on April 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

{An American sentence}    Streetlamp solely sees them: lovers enfold, only raindrops between them.     .. Prompted by toads. 

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Ursula Finds Her Song

Posted on April 15, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… So, I’m the bad guy. (Or so they say.) But let’s be fair: she gave it away. She wanted legs. (Poor unfortunate soul.) It wasn’t enough to have this whole wide ocean wave her way. So save your boos … Continue reading →

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Early Flowers

Posted on April 30, 2016 by whimsygizmo

Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying (though love be a day) do not fear, we will go amaying. – E.E. Cummings … Even as the rain romances, after … Continue reading →

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Mother, May I?

Posted on April 22, 2016 by whimsygizmo

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.” — Henry David Thoreau .. We wish for truth in shades of black and white. It comes … Continue reading →

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Icarus Falling

Posted on March 17, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. If iCarus had an iPad, he might have researched the temperature of the sun, or the melting point of wax. Or he might have caught an episode or two of Father Knows Best. He would have known a little … Continue reading →

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Dancing Naked in an Electrical Storm

Posted on February 18, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Nothing to see here. I have grown comfortable with the tempestuous nature of thunder. You can count the scars in my tempered skin against this angry sky, trace them with your fingertips and steal their sylla -bled stories. I … Continue reading →

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paper dragons

Posted on October 24, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. origami me somebody who breathes …..fire, de -sires to fly, scales the sky in crimson strings. ceiling wax stack me high and fold me …..in to a land …………by the sea. .. prompted by Herotomost’s  “nostalgia” Play it Again prompt, … Continue reading →

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Sevenling (Shoulders Cold from Summer Snow)

Posted on September 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

inspired by Gugu Buthelezi… I hate only lonely things: white abandoned blossoms, skeleton trees, footprints fading. We shrug our heavy names, unquiet bones these stinging stars. Care less for our own skin. ..       Prompted by Kerry over at … Continue reading →

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