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Here They Are Triumphant, The Crows

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

Deportation

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

A DOOR CLOSES



Woman Of A Certain Age

Lost Before You Began

Confetti Universe

Limitless

What If

I Wish You Well (a prayer)

Covering Up Vs Uncovering

What'll I Do, Without You

So You Do

For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)

whern night becomes day

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

A Man Called Tsuris

Now I Am The One Who Chooses To Chose

why not ask the cat?

my words and how they're worth a lot to me

Not A Good-bye Day

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Heir Egoisto...

The Life of Tigger

Lucky Was Easy

This Home I Long For Yet Have Never Seen

I Feel Fine(r)

Where Did Mrs Smith and Her Little Pink House Go?..

God Created The Universe, Then Look Who Happened

Outside the Window, Frozen

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Describe  9-17-2016/9:04 AM PST


what its like is
a hole
or
the lack of a place where
he, someone who was both
sacred/small
and once had been
of my life

someone who meant
something so huge
but, now no longer is

at times, not fully aware,
behind my reading glasses,
the ache inserts itself
like a phantom limb
tears fall
tattooing my face
with their etching cascade

everywhere I see
more holes
un-subtle reminders
a collection of absences
where once his small space filled me in

what happens now?
will my heart disappear?
where do I move on to?

left here
I'm somewhere
where, I don't really know

wondering
wandering
where did he go?
will I fall into his holes?

at the strike of
two a.m.
I often hear his tattered breathing
my right hand reaches out
for air

describe,
he instructs me,
as he chitters in my ear
in his invisible language,
write me out

and then I take up my pen
I write
until I crumple
into a worried sleep
and dream of
how he and I used to be.



Copyright September 17, 2016 All Legal Rights Are Reserved
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Melissa A Howells/Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World

blue menu with crows for G.





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