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poem in peril 

Posted on November 5, 2022 by whimsygizmo

help!  she’s running from the dactyls again, fleeing her own parchment skinand huddling between the lines.  she’s been participle dangled and meter-mangled and nearly strangled  (but wits intact) by stanza. in fact, she left us a syllabled s-o-s,and I fear it’s no joke, see?  cuz just when you think she’s … Continue reading →

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Un(in)formed Poem  

Posted on April 24, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. I want no feet. No beat. No stanza’d streets to stomp or romp in name of rhythm, rhyme or silly-abic time. Iamb what iamb. Un -versed, unrehearsed, un -refrained. I’m trynna start a re -volta. Wanna come? Oh, hai … Continue reading →

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Sorry About Your Toes, She Says

Posted on June 17, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. unstress.STRESS.unstress.STRESS. I amb confused on which is which. STRESS.unstress.STRESS.unstress. I really am trying to follow the pitch. My feet are tangled, my muse is sore. STRESS.unstress.STRESS.unstress. I’ve tri-ed, I’ve di-ed, I’m pent up and hexed. It’s unstress,STRESS; less “un” … Continue reading →

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