Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo 2016

If I’d Only Remembered {Not} to Listen

Posted on November 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. The world’s got a funny way of saying I love you, a sunny way of flaying my skin wide open and ………….{still} asking me to shine. .. poetic asides november chapbook challenge, day 3. 

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Then: half of our divas went inland.

Posted on April 30, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… More, lost. She even bit her sister’s laugh; angsty and brittle, sis laughs. Game and brittle sing flight. But I’ve rigged a jetstream with her fam, and I’ve spoken to Sig and Clunk. Ouch! Very many ninjas coming, and … Continue reading →

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Feeling Like I Could Breathe Again

Posted on April 29, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. I remember standing on a lawn and watching bats fly out of our attic. I was 3. I remember the little red rims the cinnamon Santa eyes would leave behind when we ate them off of all Gram’s cookies. … Continue reading →

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Telling it Slant (and Upside-down)

Posted on April 28, 2016 by whimsygizmo

{The inevitable magnitude of hindsight.}   .. The Beginning. (That’s what it was.) She, bereft. He left. She, depleted. He cheated. Her, a stranger. His anger. Got hitched with “I dos” She did, too. He did. Became friends. Boy greets … Continue reading →

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17 American Sentences (that may or may not make sense)

Posted on April 27, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. When it comes to grocery shopping, I’m a bona fied full-cart girl. Poetically, not so much: give me 12 items or less, some space, please. Wordy drawn-out sentences present me in southern drawl, chaos crawl. Whitman had his leaves, … Continue reading →

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Sea Chanty for a Splintered Sky

Posted on April 26, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Red sky at night, and we delight in the salty spill of song. Hoist the sails and wait for wind! Blue moon is rising, mesmerizing wave and whispered longing. Hoist the sails and wait for wind! Gold threads on … Continue reading →

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Smudging our Fingerprints on an Infinite Sky

Posted on April 25, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, the pensive nature of the quill. The quiet pink will of the eraser, longing for things unsaid; the pull of paintbrush over parchment skin. We write reams and plant dreams in … Continue reading →

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Effervescent Garbage Symphony

Posted on April 24, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. We have had a small spare change epiphany, a scintilla of soft sofa philosophy, a filament of fun dip, a myriad murmur of mud. Diaphanous in its own dumb, this day is drummed by an ethereal plumber. Flotsam. Jetsam. … Continue reading →

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Sonnet for Swallowed Sorrow

Posted on April 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

All that glisters in not gold. – Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice   . Why dress myself in shadow, shade and haze as the sun glimmers through a broken sky? Why hold the moon aloft on tongue for days, just … 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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