Tag Archives: titles inspired by E.E. Cummings

though love be a day

Posted on April 20, 2021 by whimsygizmo

,  this poem is not:that red(wheelbarrow) red rose, or a summer’s day, or some weird wild ecstasy over a Grecian urn.  it’s not walking in beauty nor on the road less taken or through some godforsaken woods (in snow, or otherwise).  it’s not counting the ways or the breaths or the deaths … Continue reading →

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lady i swear by all flowers

Posted on April 9, 2021 by whimsygizmo

he keeps doing that.  all of you, really. swearing by us, calling us by any other names. (not so sweet.)  some of us are seeing red. some of us are feeling blue. (like i said, sugar, not so sweet.)  and you?  seriously. get a … Continue reading →

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{Anyone lived in a pretty how town}

Posted on April 1, 2021 by whimsygizmo

Her name tag is a lie she carries to the laundromat every Thursday night like clockwork.  It’s “Thirsty Thursday” right next door, but she’s drowned her days in a glass before and the rum-ble, tumble of the dryer is more healing than the clink of ice and sloppy … Continue reading →

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smashed word broken

Posted on February 22, 2021 by whimsygizmo

let it go — thesmashed word brokenopen vow orthe oath cracked lengthwise — let it go itwas sworn togo E. E. Cummings  we smoosh them between our hungry fingers like chalk,smudge them to the sky.  you and I, we’ve got them right were … Continue reading →

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pretty how towns

Posted on May 6, 2019 by whimsygizmo

we find ourselves (insideout, downside -up), in those places where anyone might call us (sunmoonstarsrain) crazy. tomorrow’s hazy, is it not? we’re daisy-chained, wind-caught, so why not? let’s hitch up our horses our heels our frowns , and take that … Continue reading →

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Smashed Word Broken

Posted on February 7, 2018 by whimsygizmo

let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love – E.E. Cummings   .. I am shedding my old skins again. Onion to apple, just … Continue reading →

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Functions & Fabrications

Posted on March 8, 2017 by whimsygizmo

“though life’s lived wrongsideout,sameness chokes oneness” – E.E. Cummings .. It’s the (l)oneliness that gets to you, the only-ness. The lack of all, the fall. The up -side …..d(r)owning. Enough to make you forget you are …………a sing -ular sensation. … Continue reading →

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Living Suddenly Without Thinking

Posted on May 30, 2016 by whimsygizmo

  … Did we dance? I only remember the lull of that bone bubble moon, the grin-glimmer of her melting into shimmer sea. Did we twist the truth? There’s no proof to the contrary on God’s green earth, just the … Continue reading →

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