Tag Archives: spill

A Meter Maid Goes Rogue

Posted on June 17, 2016 by whimsygizmo

(she’s not all that fond of feet) .. The ticking of the clock is off; her feet are tired, and waning. tickTOCK, clickCLACK. Creep close, stand back. The only thing she craves is sea, a salted skin for staining. Moon … Continue reading →

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Dear Imp(ossible) Moon,

Posted on June 15, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Dance with me? Lull me milky sweet into a quiet bubble of hope, a grin of grace. Melt the sky in a skillet shimmertwist of golden hue. Skip your reflective stones across this scrim, green with wanting. Breeze me … Continue reading →

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spilt ilk

Posted on June 14, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… she’s of that kind that likes ink, the spill of it, the thrill of it, the will of it to smear itself to page in love or tears or rage. she’s cut from indigo sky-cloth, swathed in cloudskin. Trimmed … Continue reading →

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it also rises

Posted on June 13, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. i am a monument of broken. spill of sea salt, smudge of ink, pink eraser dust apricot sky. i lie in soft tones of intricate eggshell blue. i mourn no thing; these cracks are where the last long golden … Continue reading →

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scrubbing at the stain

Posted on June 13, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. we spill. ink, tears, sweat. over. under. through. yet, we fill our hours with the crazy can-do fog of sigh and silence, offer violence a safehouse of strange. we change ourselves for nothing. expect some thing to fill the … Continue reading →

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