Tag Archives: to kill a mockingbird

scouting freedom

Posted on April 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

  . to kill the mocking (bird) in your head, you’ve got to first stone her song, that strange un -quiet longing for redundant dread. {careful, she’ll try to hide in tree, on rooftop} and if she comes back to … Continue reading →

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Mockingbirds

Posted on March 2, 2016 by whimsygizmo

It never occurred to me to kill anything, to consider color in such a way that didn’t reflect the sky. My stones were saved for rivers, wishes, wanderings where I might need to know the way back, might need to … Continue reading →

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StorySongs

Posted on February 23, 2016 by whimsygizmo

… There’s a man on the street with dirty feet and an old guitar. He’s got $18 in an old jam jar, but he can’t seem to remember his way home. There are stories in his veins and in his … Continue reading →

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