Tag Archives: inky fingers

Clacking Back 

Posted on November 7, 2022 by whimsygizmo

The morning speaks in cobblestone braille and snail trail goo. You might think my toes would have a go at it all, but my fingers are  what’s itchy. Twitchy with time and not enough time and rhyme that isn’t  jiving. Arrival’s easy; it’s staying that’s a trick. … Continue reading →

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birthrights

Posted on April 29, 2022 by whimsygizmo

a faithful family. a good map jaunt. her dad’s green eyes. her mama’s smile.  the firmest of foundations. a fair shake, a good start.  butsometimes she carries her gifts like burdens,small curse words on curious tongue:  fingers that crave ink,and a two-sizes-too-big … Continue reading →

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This is one for the loony bin.

Posted on September 25, 2018 by whimsygizmo

Image from Wikipedia.    .. This poem is just one or two steps shy of everything I might want to be. I’ve added stars and salt and sea and sigh -lence and the violet violence of one last sunset. Yet, it … Continue reading →

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penning tiny poems

Posted on December 11, 2017 by whimsygizmo

in the mar -gins of life, she wells with ink and inks well. white chalk; indigo sky.   ..

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Scented Ink

Posted on April 28, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… I write in rain and coffee stained half-moon paper smiles. The cloy and cling of past -life sting smoke. The perfumed poke of pine. The desert after a storm. The smell of snow and silence. Indigo flow and old … Continue reading →

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So me an ocean

Posted on April 9, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. , so deep that you can’t find me. so wide my inky arms can span the world. so vast my salt can stay. Or so I plead with stars. But so far, I am a shore.   .. Prompted … Continue reading →

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Sum Her Up Like This

Posted on January 21, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. : Some brilliant Blue, soft shirring of breeze. Shade trees. Sand. Inky fingers and salty toes. White pages, fluttering. Waiting. Birdsong. Pine. One wordsong at a time, and a million thoughts to in …-di ……..-go. .. Prompted by Miz … Continue reading →

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