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the unknown tomorrows of smallish dragons

Posted on April 8, 2020 by whimsygizmo

blurrrrsday again, and the be -fuddlement continues. we know not what these hours might hold, nor how we shall knit them together to make a quilt of promise. but still we don our brightest tutus and most audacious ………………..clouds, as … Continue reading →

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smallish dragons in boxer shorts

Posted on May 29, 2019 by whimsygizmo

we’re happy to report that though they snap and snort, they’re all smoke and they keep it short.     … Written for Poetic Asides.       

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letters to smallish dragons

Posted on April 22, 2019 by whimsygizmo

  we scribble tiny syllables and tuck them between these bright petaled teeth, unsheath our quill-swords and pen the truth in praise and song. they long to be spangled in our word-skins, I think, saturated satiated in wee-stemmed ………………..ink.   … Continue reading →

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and still, she is writing about smallish dragons

Posted on January 29, 2018 by whimsygizmo

because she can feel their hot breath on her neck, the weight of their scales and talons in the tresses of her hair. they’ve got a thou -sand whispered things, and she is but one pen -dulum, swinging. they’ve got … Continue reading →

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Irony is the skin on a smallish dragon

Posted on March 30, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. Or slate. Or steely gray. Yes? Perhaps no. Perhaps know her name before you define her, or the state of her skin. Maybe get to know a girl before you claim she breathes fire. Ay, me, but you’ve a … Continue reading →

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good glimpses of smallish dragons

Posted on March 2, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. it’s the wings that give them away, most surprisingly not the hot hot glow of embered breath. the marigold scent of morning and good green earth. they unfold themselves slow, no more than fireflies, or snap -dragons, dragonflies, tiny … Continue reading →

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