Tag Archives: November 2022

Waiting on Her Wings 

Posted on November 7, 2022 by whimsygizmo

She can feel them back there, growing. An ache between her shoulder blades. The phantom flutter of feathers not yet known.  She’s flown before, she can feel it in her bones, the rush of breeze.A scrape of treetops across her thrilling skin. A whisper of … Continue reading →

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truer than north, yet un 

Posted on November 3, 2022 by whimsygizmo

so we’ve gone whatcha might call a fur piece before we realize we’re  following the wrong star. this one’s fallen, see, and we didn’t notice  the shards or the backwards breezeor the way the trees were trying all  this time to warn … Continue reading →

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nothings

Posted on November 2, 2022 by whimsygizmo

this poem is made of maple syrup sky and black forest on rye and the whispered why of granulated grace.  of empty space. of quiet lines that trail true north, wax forth and waneonly by a frosted slice of moon.  too soon, she’ll murmur something in … Continue reading →

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