Tag Archives: wordled

This Season of Crimped Grass

Posted on May 29, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. We breathe the cold, snapped against silence; the blue seeps into our bones. We raise our limbs to a cracked-open sky, the clouds like overlapping stones.   .. wordled.    

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in these strange and strangled times

Posted on March 28, 2016 by whimsygizmo

, light three pebbles, love. let’s name the stars, mark the moon with our own salt. have you seen the way the water melts our fears, dissolves our phantoms? let’s perhaps have a few choice words with God, let Him … Continue reading →

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The Room at the Top of the Stairs

Posted on February 14, 2016 by whimsygizmo

.. Give her a small co(a)st, a close(t) key, a place to plead her case. Strike her a match, a tiny t(h)reat, a pop hit, a corner to call home. A wonder land for all to see. ……….(Drink me.) And … Continue reading →

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For Argument’s Sake

Posted on November 23, 2015 by whimsygizmo

, the fake flavor of this part-pink lady drink makes you a cheap date. Don’t you hate the way the strobe lights fight your face? Wisdom equals work. Start your engines. That’s a perfect match. (Let’s watch it burn.) ……….Bottom’s … Continue reading →

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unsettled selfie

Posted on October 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. this is the (h)our of our discontent, the ground zero grim -ace of our element, the demon lane of our road less traveled. see these trees? they’ve got a theory or two i’m bound to un -bark, a quark … Continue reading →

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this feckless, reckless sun

Posted on August 23, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. give it one second too soon, a tardy moon, and there it goes rising, drunk on plum skywine and its own stained song. we stand dumbstruck and plucked like hapless flowers, less superior towers than all this light, this … Continue reading →

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Olive Branches in the Old Country

Posted on May 24, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. Hear the old men laugh, fool -hardy and humming to the dark needlework of ………………….stars. Their ancient method scars the sky, sweeps stolen shine under the welcome mat. Their teeth are cold dominoes tumbling like bleached stones, black sheep, … Continue reading →

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