Tag Archives: past life poems

august and everything after

Posted on September 19, 2022 by whimsygizmo

forgiveness comes injuts and startspieces,parts. and so does fear. here,questions unanswered,truths unsaid,his icy stare. there,a ragged hole in the wall;(not, quite)(not quite, yet)the last straw. just one more(sharp)tiny hole-punchto her heart. It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m hosting. … Continue reading →

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Ro. Sham. Beau. 

Posted on April 26, 2022 by whimsygizmo

It was all fun and games            (dynamite, really) until one of us    (that would be me) hit rock                  (paper, scissors) bottom.  ::In April, we poem.

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repeat, after me 

Posted on April 22, 2022 by whimsygizmo

in 1990, we said “i do.”  you didn’t. i did.  for several years i vowed to lie here another day.to make you stay. to make you pay. to get away.  ibid. ibid. ibid. :: Day 22 for NaPoWriMo.

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Study Hall & -Otes 

Posted on April 22, 2022 by whimsygizmo

We’ve both got Biology homework and so we start there and Mr. G. is in charge of all us derelicts today any-way so if we have any questions, he’s here.  (Although he’s the one who always says “Better to keep your mouth closed and remaina fool … Continue reading →

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Happy Trails 

Posted on April 21, 2022 by whimsygizmo

Ainsley was only 3, and she called me ‘Misty,” because I guess when you’re 3 your preschool  teacher ‘Miss De’ sounds like ‘Misty.’ And she’d be about 38 years old now and sometimes I want to tell her I still feel Misty. … Continue reading →

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two for the road

Posted on April 12, 2022 by whimsygizmo

the night she finally (almost) left  1, 2 puts on the shoes  3, 4out the door  5, 6 in a fix  7, 8  too late, too late 9, 10 start over again   :: carry the 1  I got new rules; I count ’emI … Continue reading →

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Seven years after she makes her escape

Posted on May 4, 2021 by whimsygizmo

,  all she remembers is blood -red wine in fragile glasses,  and empty plates the color of bone.   ::twiglet #225

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Altered States

Posted on April 6, 2021 by whimsygizmo

I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger and I never quite belong.    – Georges Simenon  Fold the map at the middle and you’ll find the places she’s lived:  born in Victorville, CAand then Florida (both coasts) by way of NC.  Oh,Ohio is … Continue reading →

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{The Moment I Most Likely Knew}

Posted on November 8, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. You headed hard for that horizon haze, leaving me with nothing but this harlot moon, and hints of stone.   .. In November, we poem.     

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Black & White

Posted on November 30, 2017 by whimsygizmo

Got a photograph of a smile taken way back when we could smile. Now this plane will take me where, I don’t know… – Collective Soul   .. There’s a sepia tone smile somewhere in this drawer that says we … Continue reading →

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