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braggin’ writes

Posted on November 25, 2020 by whimsygizmo

ok, so this is ’bout to be just ’bout da best poem you ever did see,  soon as i get me muse awaked. soon as I get these fingers shaked just right, soon as the light slants on the page, soon as i get these wars all … Continue reading →

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bull, i

Posted on November 20, 2020 by whimsygizmo

this poem is a moving tar-get, sludged-smudge scribble of a scrabbled star. she’s too far  off center to make her point, dart-ing about in the dark without a true mark. she’s got one dang -ling thought caught on a linebut she’s quite … Continue reading →

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one poem

Posted on November 12, 2020 by whimsygizmo

and we find ourselves falling into its pages tucking ourselves between stanzas as silk  pillowcases. two days later we’re still here three sheets to the (whirl)wind drunk  on phrase for another four days. gimme fiveminutes and i’ll tell you each rhyme-and -rhythm’d tale, … Continue reading →

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{this time}

Posted on November 7, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, this poem will answer to no one, all flailing phrase and devil -may-care. she might even leave bald spots here or       there. last time she tried to get the words just right in rows and lines all cleaned and … Continue reading →

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of rearview, and regret

Posted on April 28, 2020 by whimsygizmo

… this poem wishes she was just a little longer slower stronger more open more hopin’ or maybe just closer than she appears. .. in april we poem.       

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love poem

Posted on April 21, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem is that red, red rose that summer’s day the craving of mouth, voice, hair ………….(silent and staring) those cloudless climes and starry skies …………………….(dying, disappearing.) more thicker than forget, it’s counting the ways those moments of glad … Continue reading →

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name her selah

Posted on April 19, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem is a thump a bump a lonely howl , an embrace in the face of death. she’s a fixture of promise, a moment of resolve , some tender -ness at the hardened center of it all. .. … Continue reading →

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why and wherefore

Posted on April 13, 2020 by whimsygizmo

  .. this poem has a point, a purpose. she’s poised to change the world, perhaps, with her iambi(c) -tion, her diction or her daisychain dismay – to give it some new sense of ………..(humor, space) sway. or maybe it’s … Continue reading →

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rebel breeze

Posted on April 11, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. don’t stand down -wind of this poem; she’ll blow ……………..(her top) you away with her intricate spin. she’s in -sane, deranged and estranged from her own phrase. she’s lost her power somewhere between the devil and the deep blue … Continue reading →

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the scribbler who scrambled her words

Posted on April 10, 2020 by whimsygizmo

.. this poem has egg on her face, a trace of pent ………….(up anger) -ameter under her skin. she’ll assemble her sent -ences in some semblance of sway, but no way is she going to make them march ……….(or april, … Continue reading →

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