Tag Archives: they’ll only let us write in chalk someday

the wisteria treehouse palaces of tiny dragons

Posted on March 4, 2020 by whimsygizmo

they are masters of mopetry and muppetry and the wispiest whispers and whims of clouds. they chalk out loud in the brightest colors and sing their scales in sorrowed sway. they carve their names in bark, not bite, and right … Continue reading →

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This is one for the loony bin.

Posted on September 25, 2018 by whimsygizmo

Image from Wikipedia.    .. This poem is just one or two steps shy of everything I might want to be. I’ve added stars and salt and sea and sigh -lence and the violet violence of one last sunset. Yet, it … Continue reading →

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I’m ’Bout to Build a TreeHouse

Posted on May 4, 2018 by whimsygizmo

… ’Cuz we need a place to be(e), a place for tree- age and sigh -lence. We’ll lace a ladder of purple fuzz and buzz, and the blizzard force of backward breeze. We’ll hiccup ………….(and down) and sneeze, and talk … Continue reading →

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mercury blues (slumber party songs)

Posted on April 17, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. we are self -session (air)guitarist girls, fusing pillow-songs about stupid boys and long hot Brisbane summers and all that raining-on-Sunday longing for some stripy socks. we’ve got pink and turquoise noise tutus and a pen -chant for playing spin … Continue reading →

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little blanket fort

Posted on January 17, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. don’t bother us. we are covered in chat and chalk. we’re not hiding. we’re abiding here in all this fluff and pillowed talk and downy den. it’s too really loud out there. we want only slow moon and these … Continue reading →

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Ghost Sky Dragon Swirl Girl

Posted on December 10, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… She’s all fire and ice cream cone luscious, rosemary and peppermint wings swinging toward a lollipop sun. We’ve only just begun; she and me, we’re gonna chalk our way someday to clouds and the significant (s)way of roadtrip tunes … Continue reading →

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