Tag Archives: poeming

purple tigers in curious snow 

Posted on April 19, 2022 by whimsygizmo

it’s only once (maybe twice) in a blue moon that we know what we’re doing. we of the viole(n)t fingers. we of the ivory page. we scrape our inky stripes and cage our own roared voices into petaled phrase in hopes of taming heart. we start withthorn and scratch our … Continue reading →

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mrs. now

Posted on November 22, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. she’s neither new nor wow, but she makes it some -how. breathes. believes. listens to the trees. pens imperfect poems.   .. In November, we poem. 

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Curbside

Posted on November 2, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  .. We are weary star -chalkdusted fury fugue. For we have been here for hours and hours and hours, most of them black as night. But like this aching, waking sky, only our cracked-open places allow the spill and … Continue reading →

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I Am a Star of Dubious Shine

Posted on September 6, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… A poem of question -able alignment. I am bic ker(n)ing with my own skin, beginning to find my self fallen. I am 5am and light not yet shed and salt stirring sans sea. I am three sheets ………(of paper) … Continue reading →

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petaled pages of love

Posted on April 3, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. we quench our thirst with feathered spell, and poems fall like early flowers. ..    

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Cue Cards for a Wayward Sky

Posted on November 7, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Dance, we scribe; try to spark and lull the clouds to play their bubblegrins across our open-shadow song. Twist, we sing. Skip and dream of green breezes spilled through rose jars, melted shimmer-snow. Breathe. Right on cue, when journey … Continue reading →

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If I’d Only Remembered {Not} to Listen

Posted on November 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. The world’s got a funny way of saying I love you, a sunny way of flaying my skin wide open and ………….{still} asking me to shine. .. poetic asides november chapbook challenge, day 3. 

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totem

Posted on November 2, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. don’t poke the head. she’ll snail back in, and sail along her sea of goo. don’t steal her heart. she hasn’t sparked it in awhile, and time’s a wastin’. heart of dragon, head of snail? confusing, yes. and it … Continue reading →

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still standing here, with her cheek pressed against the door

Posted on November 1, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. , she is listening to the way the room breathes. the way he leaves without warning. the mourning of the walls and their sorrow-scattered beat. the peeling-paint pant of want, and wander. she has squandered herself for a single … Continue reading →

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Luna, Landing

Posted on November 1, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. We have made much of this wily moon, her rebel comings and her goings, her invisible tide sky-strings, the quiet way she ducks and dives and dis -appears. Hold her milky skin within your own; set your beat to … Continue reading →

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