Tag Archives: Poetics

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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clothes pin songs

Posted on March 30, 2021 by whimsygizmo

they carry it along in their pinch and sway,the way the breeze flaps in bloomers and secrets.  we sing along, wistful while we work, hanging out between a knot of sparrows and a curious sky.  when the basket’s full (of sun-spilled warmth, of laughter), we count our ever-afters … Continue reading →

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This is not a ceiling.

Posted on January 12, 2021 by whimsygizmo

It’s a shadowstage holding up the outside-sky,a trampoline bouncing laughter light, conversation dust.  It’s a blank sheet waiting for my words, a sunshine-slatted hope.  This smallbox universe of our own bright building, where I am both fan and sometimes-star.  Mish has us writing object poems over at … Continue reading →

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Mystery Loves Company

Posted on August 29, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… Everyone wanders, wonders why is the sky boo, a ghost-wraith curdle-curled in her own dark sk(e)in? These apples are flailing, not falling, from forests and trees we can no longer seize. We’re making out like banshees, stealing sound and … Continue reading →

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Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut

Posted on May 15, 2018 by whimsygizmo

..  Moon snickers. She’s got a secret, a milky way of char- stone chewing up this dark sky. She’s all butter -fingers and mounds of moonbeam …….chuckles twix(t) the 3 musketeers sneers of Orion’s belt notch trio. It’s pay day … Continue reading →

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language lessons

Posted on May 8, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. i am still studiously listening to the stutter of trees, the Braille of breeze, and the way these feathered things might sway their song. that moon, she’s a teacher. a preacher. a reacher of stars. a quiet far -off … Continue reading →

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Let’s Get Ourselves a Phone Booth

Posted on March 14, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. (circa 1984), and become something we’re not, or wish we were. Let’s ditch the glasses and the classes and all that harasses us deep. Let’s keep ourselves sane with super -lative breeze, and capes of daisy chains. Masks of … Continue reading →

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Because she has grown from this turquoise scrim,

Posted on February 13, 2018 by whimsygizmo

  She braids her roots into the stars, a triumph of chimneys at her crown. She ponders petals and sparrows, casts the moon, and pins it down.   .. Image by artist Catrin Welz-Stein Inspiring prompt from over at dVerse Poetics today, … Continue reading →

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ask alice

Posted on January 30, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. if her smile’s gone all slant -like, or cheshire or shrink me-mad or silent. if the violence of the fall …..was worth it all, or if she’d rather go back for good, …..if she even could. ask her if … Continue reading →

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Belladonna Moon

Posted on January 23, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… She makes us swoon, poised and poison in her hemlock sky. She’s got spies, these night -shade stars, sending them falling, calling each other into the dark. Did we spark their conversations with our foxglove stares? The fragile lairs … Continue reading →

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