Tag Archives: Road Trips

truer than north, yet un 

Posted on November 3, 2022 by whimsygizmo

so we’ve gone whatcha might call a fur piece before we realize we’re  following the wrong star. this one’s fallen, see, and we didn’t notice  the shards or the backwards breezeor the way the trees were trying all  this time to warn … Continue reading →

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Power {and other Trips Not Worth Taking} 

Posted on April 11, 2022 by whimsygizmo

Just leave the map behind;  you’ll find yourself just south of (numb)thumb, anyway. Down under. Down.  Bring no friends. Isolation’s key. See, he doesn’t even want you to see the destination,  just the desperate sensation of needing                    (him) something you can’t reach.  Do bring a hat because that’s the only … Continue reading →

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{comma, and}

Posted on November 6, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, and then she’s running down the middle of the road in her bare feet in the rain, and the sky is cracking open and calling her name in a language she sudden -ly understands. And her hands are wrapped … Continue reading →

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There and Back Again

Posted on November 21, 2019 by whimsygizmo

.. This poem is ….(light) -headed to the moon to the corner to the ends of the earth. She’s putting the pedal to the metal and her nose to the grind and her head in the clouds. She’s got a … Continue reading →

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Blue Jean Sky

Posted on November 7, 2019 by whimsygizmo

{after the storm} Alanis is on the radio, and oh, we’ve got some miles to go and some old back roads to get to know with the scent of spent rain fresh on our skin. We’ll begin at this corner … Continue reading →

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of roads and rage

Posted on February 21, 2019 by whimsygizmo

… hit the road, jack -al, …………scoundrel, …………………….swindling soul. flee this broken place until all that’s left is a speeding car, ………………………..a vanishing of …………………………………….(stars) ……………………………………………..tar.   .. twiglet #114.       

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Cobbled in Ink and Indigo Sky

Posted on October 7, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. How many miles has she walked now (barefoot, backwards, both ways), how many days until the next rest -stop? These feet are fueled by quiet psalm and howling prayer, dared to keep going by a sinking sun. She’s shed … Continue reading →

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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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Pulling, Over

Posted on October 1, 2014 by whimsygizmo

.. They’re only about halfway to Heaven when they realize the trans -mission’s broken, and neither of them has spoken for a couple hundred miles. When steam and ex -pletives come streaming out in equal measure, she begs the graying … Continue reading →

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