Tag Archives: peace

Dandelion Kites in the Storm

Posted on August 1, 2018 by whimsygizmo

let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love – E.E. Cummings .. There’s a little girl twirling in the park over there; see her? … Continue reading →

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Still Trying to Throw Her Arms Around the World

Posted on February 1, 2017 by whimsygizmo

Crossing the River – Ally Saunders .. I write in salt. Heart doubled and aching. Give me your (blessed are the) poor, your tired (oh, I am tired) your ……..(world) weary souls. Give me a riverbridge, a quiet song. Something … Continue reading →

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Breathing Room

Posted on February 1, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. Make a ceiling of this sky, indigo in all its glory. Embrace the bound -aries of this room, this infinite space, this place we’ve been given to inhale and exhale and grow to know our -selves, each other. Gather … Continue reading →

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Belated Thrones and Unthrown Stones

Posted on January 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

  He held a dream in quiet hands. We ………….{now, still} listen, wonder if the world will ever be ready to whisper itself some semblance of sane. Do you hear the echoes of that peace? That piece of ourselves we … Continue reading →

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listen now

Posted on September 22, 2016 by whimsygizmo
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To Arms, To Arms

Posted on September 21, 2016 by whimsygizmo

(His) This world’s gone all cracked and cattywampus crazy again and oh, I wish we could be ghosts with transparent skin and checkered hands, polka -dot spots that say king me if you can. It’s a big ol’ mess down … Continue reading →

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like a river

Posted on February 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

(Monet)    … I am shaken, stirred, blurred he leads me into something that can breathe, beside the still never left drowning in my own salt waters.   .. Written for Margo’s Tuesday Tryouts. 

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We’ll Always Have

Posted on November 15, 2015 by whimsygizmo

something to fight about, something to write about. Something to fight for. Peace to draw on. Peace to share. Reasons to go. Reasons to stay. Paris. Lebanon. Broken places. And broken pieces worth saving. Amazing piece by artist Jean Jullien.    … Continue reading →

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I’ll Never Go to War

Posted on November 20, 2014 by whimsygizmo

. I am a 44 -year-old woman with a family and a mortgage and 10-year-old Honda Pilot. I will never fly over the enemy or shoot a gun or find myself in a foxhole next to a dead friend. I … Continue reading →

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