Tag Archives: tree skins

because the sunlight doesn’t quite reach her skin

Posted on April 9, 2020 by whimsygizmo

, this poem is a mossy old oak falling in a forest with no one near ……………..to …….hear. .. in april, we poem. even on days we don’t wanna.   

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Elegy

Posted on April 11, 2019 by whimsygizmo

{for the trees}  . Forgive us our sins, this ripping of your skins, your purloined pulp our great white hope. You promise much in your alabaster space, force us to face our brightest fears; woo us with the wild delights … Continue reading →

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tree skins and silence

Posted on January 16, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… shhhhh, i am inky-quiet and strange to my own touch. I am lo(o)sing my muchness to some mad-and-moonly sky. try and find me here, among these forest fallings; i dare you. i swear, somewhere between there and the whisper … Continue reading →

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