Tag Archives: pebbled stories

with toes in stream

Posted on November 10, 2021 by whimsygizmo

,the world just seems a kinder place, a gentle grace of moon-spill murmured song. our feet a-swim, we pebble stories, rebel glories; bid our lungs to hum along. :: In November, we poem.

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Wayward Thrones and Pocket Stories

Posted on October 4, 2021 by whimsygizmo

Weary of glass (ceilings, slippers, houses) ,we turn ourselves to stone instead, our bare feet mud-luscious in their riverbeds. We pebble stories, toss them in. The moon’s a diamond we are tired of rolling uphill,so we cut her into slices and shine. It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse, and I’m hosting. … Continue reading →