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Waiting Rooms & Measuring Spoons

Posted on February 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. – T.S. Eliot   .. Holding quiet breath and pouring another cuppa. Hear the clock? It’s mocking us. Tick tick ticks me off, really, all these little boxes awaiting checks. All … Continue reading →

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upon waiting

Posted on February 3, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. she’s (de)bating her breath and skating on thin, and icing her skin with ink. she’s stating the facts, and then taking them back, and aching for lack of drink. she’s dating her days, and fating a phrase to breathing … Continue reading →

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The Softer Significance of Wings

Posted on September 23, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. Flying’s fine, but for once I have perhaps chosen wisely, wildly shedding my shoulds for something (more or less) sibilant, more bent toward appropriate sun -light. We fight tooth and nail for feathers, hope balanced precariously on bright strings. … Continue reading →

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cusp

Posted on June 10, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. one of those days when dark comes in pieces and nobody knows the color of the sky. the sulfur scent of silence and rain that isn’t ripe enough to fall. the cold blue of flame at the center of … Continue reading →

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