Tag Archives: penning tiny poems in the margins of life

the last poe-hum

Posted on April 29, 2022 by whimsygizmo

except it isn’t, really. this is just the onethey call the pen -ultimate. :: In April, we poem.

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and still, she is writing about smallish dragons

Posted on January 29, 2018 by whimsygizmo

because she can feel their hot breath on her neck, the weight of their scales and talons in the tresses of her hair. they’ve got a thou -sand whispered things, and she is but one pen -dulum, swinging. they’ve got … Continue reading →

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as it turns out,

Posted on January 29, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… we are smallish dragons, wayward songs, tiny poems waiting to be caught …….{fought, taught} by the tail, flailed in storms. ..

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We are Parch,ment to be Broken

Posted on December 12, 2017 by whimsygizmo

The desert is no place for these unquiet stones. We cry water ……….{water} and wait for new storms. .. Penning tiny poems for December. This one is for Twiglets #54.

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dragon post-it

Posted on October 19, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… back soon. burning for a crimson sky. wait for me {sealing wax, string and all} by the sea. …

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scribbled daisies in delicate margins

Posted on April 8, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. swearing by all flowers, she spins hours making eyelashes of petaled promises, lovesmelovesmeknot chains of whim. give her a peri -winkle pen and a bit of white space, and she’ll ……………(erase) trace her own heart along veined vines, and … Continue reading →