Tag Archives: ink

a story held tight in syllabled fist

Posted on November 14, 2022 by whimsygizmo

see, here’s the gist: this poem does not want to be told. she’s holding it all in way too close to feathered chest assuming playing dumband stumbled silence bestfor flying below the radar, or snow. see, here’s the ghost: of chance, she cannot speak. it’s been a week … Continue reading →

Posted in November Chapbook 2022 | Tagged feathers, gist, ink, pillow fight, salt, syllabled, this poem poems, trees, waiting on her wings | 4 Comments

fill me, quill me

Posted on April 21, 2021 by whimsygizmo

, for my fingers are feeblesmall sisters that cannot sayanything by them-selves.

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i am

Posted on April 1, 2021 by whimsygizmo

bic, some rhythm’d pen -sive soul etching cloudwords to ivory sky. landlocked mermaid, dry scales thirsting for ocean, ink. thinking; thanking. drinking in the rum-bled scribbled scrambled song of some language i no longer speak. i am tossing letters (spaces) to the breeze and hoping some bright bird catches them … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged April PAD 2021, ink, introductions, ocean sky, sky poems, syllables | 6 Comments

letters to smallish dragons

Posted on April 22, 2019 by whimsygizmo

we scribble tiny syllables and tuck them between these bright petaled teeth, unsheath our quill-swords and pen the truth in praise and song. they long to be spangled in our word-skins, I think, saturated satiated in wee-stemmed ………………..ink. … Continue reading →

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Against the Strand

Posted on April 10, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. Three blackbirds etch their signature across a sapphire shore swollen with sunlight. She quills her own song in the snow with tail feathers and broken ink. .. Prompted by toads. The word group I worked up was: swollen … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged black birds, feathers, Garden with Toads, ink, quill, sky songs, Toads | 4 Comments

grenadine grenade

Posted on August 12, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… we’ve got it made in the shade with a splash of cherry coke swindle-swizzle-sticked ah- maze -ment. bring ice, suffice it to say we’ll toss in a little rum -bled phrase, and praise the day we raised our glasses … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged drinking poems, ink, Shawna will like this poem, silly poems | 3 Comments

spilt ilk

Posted on June 14, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… she’s of that kind that likes ink, the spill of it, the thrill of it, the will of it to smear itself to page in love or tears or rage. she’s cut from indigo sky-cloth, swathed in cloudskin. Trimmed … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged dVerse, ink, Q44, Quadrille, quill, spill | 8 Comments

scrubbing at the stain

Posted on June 13, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. we spill. ink, tears, sweat. over. under. through. yet, we fill our hours with the crazy can-do fog of sigh and silence, offer violence a safehouse of strange. we change ourselves for nothing. expect some thing to fill the … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged dVerse, filling the void, ink, Q44, Quadrille, sigh and silence, spill, sweat, tears | 26 Comments

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 →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged earthworms, garden with toads prompts, in, inchworm, ink, sky fire, sun | 8 Comments

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 →