Tag Archives: November Chapbook Challenge 2020

if you had 8 arms, you’d understand

Posted on November 18, 2020 by whimsygizmo

(i think),why i must go with the flow of the ocean and all that                                                 ink.  :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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one poem

Posted on November 12, 2020 by whimsygizmo

and we find ourselves falling into its pages tucking ourselves between stanzas as silk  pillowcases. two days later we’re still here three sheets to the (whirl)wind drunk  on phrase for another four days. gimme fiveminutes and i’ll tell you each rhyme-and -rhythm’d tale, … Continue reading →

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When the sky is just the perfect shade of blue

Posted on November 11, 2020 by whimsygizmo

,  ‘it’s the color of my wedding dress!’ she saysand he always fires back ‘periwinkle?’ and there’s a wink built right in and then she says ‘cornflower blue.’ and after 22 years it’s something            that never gets old, always new, this  laughter borrowed over blue.  :: written for poetic asides November … Continue reading →

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our dragons

Posted on November 9, 2020 by whimsygizmo

we secure them with invisible                                            (silly) string, and sing them a lullaby so they’ll finally sleep.  they keep waking, taking stars.  written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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fairywren falling

Posted on November 8, 2020 by whimsygizmo

the sky is calling, so i wing my way                          up               up    up to say a few words to that lonely moon. now  waxing, Icarus fooling no one, melting into cloud cover and ebony’s small still voice. twitter-pated by stars,  dot-to-dot-chalk -trying to figure out where to begin.  but sometimes you just … Continue reading →

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{comma, and}

Posted on November 6, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, and then she’s running down the middle of the road in her bare feet in the rain, and the sky is cracking open and calling her name in a language she sudden -ly understands. And her hands are wrapped … Continue reading →

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night marred

Posted on November 3, 2020 by whimsygizmo

when i wakesweat still slick on brow, i bow and thankthe day for light.  Written for Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge.

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