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let’s live suddenly without thinking

Posted on June 12, 2015 by whimsygizmo

  original, by E.E. Cummings: prompted by quickly, who invites us to put some spin on an existing poem, leaving the original title. i’m in an E.E. mood today, and i freakin’ love this title.

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skipping a beat

Posted on June 10, 2015 by whimsygizmo

  prompted by quickly.  

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Sticky Vinyl

Posted on June 8, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. Miles and miles and miles and miles and miles to go in a hungry deep green Ford Gran Torino and Are We There Yet and She’s on My Side and a board on the floor so we can both … Continue reading →

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Stuck in Craw

Posted on June 8, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. and clawing through yet another box. We’ve asked directions (in? out? toward? above? between?) and analyzed our own bright dreams. Does it mean that we must tell bold stories in comic strips, sit on indigo chairs until the hourglass … Continue reading →

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Garden, Party of One

Posted on June 6, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. My sense of a-where-ness comes in small comforts – the shiny snake of a scar where a bad scrape has healed, the twigs braided into my hair after hiding under whispering trees. Come, catch a wayward fairy with me … Continue reading →

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Dream Sequence

Posted on June 2, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. We raise our long -ing legs, but cannot run. There is something democratic about it, as if a committee was formed, and the idea of actual motion was heartily rejected with just enough nays. But you are always ahead … Continue reading →

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beg and bartered glow

Posted on May 30, 2015 by whimsygizmo

open sesame that moon, she’s posing as a bowl of milk, the open -ing rind of a sweet can’t -aloupe, arresting of tongue but stilted and squat in its own lack of light. familiar, this. mercy flowing, served up among … Continue reading →

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obedience class

Posted on March 31, 2015 by whimsygizmo

“It is a terrible thing for an old woman to outlive her dogs.” – Tennessee Williams .. love comes in furry paws and sloppy kiss and bounding bliss that defies the laws of gravity. it comes in a warm lap … Continue reading →

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Darling, I am growing old…

Posted on March 27, 2015 by whimsygizmo

… Won’t you come toddle with me a little closer to the sea, braid my graying tresses through your gentle storytelling hands? Let’s stand at the edge of the world and salt our sorrows, shed our fears into the breeze, … Continue reading →

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As Long As We Both Shall Give

Posted on March 26, 2015 by whimsygizmo

“To marry is to halve your rights and double your duties” – Arthur Schopenhauer … Marry, marry quite contrary. How does a garden grow? With silver linings and seashells and com -promise when you have a row. Mr. Schopenhauer, don’t … Continue reading →

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