Tag Archives: in which she attempts to write during the global pandemic of COVID-19

when we all can falling-star again

Posted on August 27, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, I don’t wanna pan(dem)ic no more                     (no more) so        (please) just blue me a kiss bramble me a storm verb me a poem, then sky me … Continue reading →

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ambivalent bumfuzzled poet

Posted on August 25, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. i just don’t wanna play today                   (no way), just wanna sit on my bum and say     (oh, hey!) let’s build a blankey fort and doodle away some time, … Continue reading →

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in praise of finish(ed) lines

Posted on April 30, 2020 by whimsygizmo

we inky finger tappety-key the words across these snow drifts day after day after day after ………………………………..day, even as the world is ending even though our kids are home even though we’re torn, and tumbled even though the world is … Continue reading →

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total loss for words

Posted on April 29, 2020 by whimsygizmo

The sky’s a sheer black slate of broken stars, a cold moon holding her tongue.     .. An American Sentence. {in april we poem.}   

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of rearview, and regret

Posted on April 28, 2020 by whimsygizmo

… this poem wishes she was just a little longer slower stronger more open more hopin’ or maybe just closer than she appears. .. in april we poem.       

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pocket change

Posted on April 26, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. let’s stuff some hope in there, and some kindness, too, a little sun -shine and some promises that just might fight these denim blues. we’ll need some unity and a quiet few who are willing to break through and … Continue reading →

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social breeze

Posted on April 24, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. it carries in the wisdom of these trees, the hum-hum-hummer of these birds, a hint of song. we’ve held it, quiet in our aching hands our un-hugging hands our un-holding hands our idle hands our hungry hands, but as … Continue reading →

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intricate howl

Posted on April 19, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. we embrace the space, these fixtures of lonely resolve. but there is still fear. of now. of when, and how. of things that go ………………………..{bump} in the night.   .. in april, we poem.       

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in protest of these most ridiculous times

Posted on April 19, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, {we gather} paint and chalk and sequins and glitter and markers and mayhem. and then we make a mess ……………………………..-age.   .. in april, we poem. sometimes late.       

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the last of it

Posted on April 16, 2020 by whimsygizmo

there’s a crescent of hope in the sky that says we are for each other, even as we crumble. even as we fall. even as we leave ……..pieces of ourselves behind. still, …..small, we shine. the ……{not quite gibbous} gist … Continue reading →

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