Tag Archives: Pink Girl Ink prompts

autumn chill

Posted on October 23, 2015 by whimsygizmo

….   oughta chill, and i will. as soon as all this busy sun -shine sway fades ……… away.     . prompted by pinkgirlink.     

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1991

Posted on September 27, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… It was trying; you were trying (to kill me, slowly) (to fill me, flow me with a rage that should have lasted decades.) Fractured promises and tables, hidden movie tickets, the smell of weed and sin. The thin crimson … Continue reading →

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Druthers

Posted on June 8, 2015 by whimsygizmo

sunshine tutu her way through the tulips and barefoot beg this grass to cartwheel us whipfast into a long slow summer of cool nights and fireflies and street -lights as curfew. She wants a periwinkle marker and enough smooth creamy … Continue reading →

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Twist

Posted on June 4, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. My heart was a door left, a jar (of   fireflies  spent) and you slithered inside to steal their last smudged bit of glow. Oh, how these marbled hours do drag -on. Know that I am keeper of the lid … Continue reading →

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Serendipity Song

Posted on June 1, 2015 by whimsygizmo

The moon of a poet is an always-roaming thing. – Pink Girl Ink, Stacy Lynn Mar . Most days, I am full to bursting, words spilling out like milk and song. Even when it’s all but a tiny fingernail crease … Continue reading →

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What will I become? Midnight. (When you leave me again.)

Posted on May 29, 2015 by whimsygizmo

  pink girl offers first lines as story/poem starters (my title is one, tilted.) click here to read them all, and get inspired.  

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Alice, in (Daisy) Chains

Posted on May 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

He loves me, loves me knot. Alice is all tied up right now, a giant in her own skin, terribly white -rabbit late and ready to trade this cake for tarts. She’s in love with a cat -erpillar; have you … Continue reading →

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