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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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Here They Are Triumphant, The Crows


its a magnificent picture of them
in one panoramic snapshot
from the top of a downtown building

there must be an entire generation here
crows by the hundreds
maybe even the thousands
gathered together here on one block
the flock

crowded into the largest of trees
with the longest of branches
roosting

survivors of
a series of singular winter storms
which had tried to wipe out
the denizens of Portland
but not them

here they are triumphant
perched among the hundred year elms
I am awe struck
my breath sucked away
as if I were with them perched in the cold

side-by-side
the sea of their uncountable numbers
murder upon murder
of crows

I bow to them
saluting them with my brilliant smile


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FEBRUARY 24 2017 FOR THIS POEM/WORK
AND ALSO BY THIS AUTHOR WRITER
MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

THIS IMPRESSION FROM A PICTURE POSTED
ON THE SITE HIDDEN PORTLAND FOR THE CURIOUS
WHICH YOU CAN FIND ON FACEBOOK


This was certainly the winter of our discontent.
Snowfall upon snowfall for a town that doesn't see
snow. And no plows to speak of to plow it. This was
almost like that Stephen King novel with Jack Nicholson
in the lead role in the lead role. And all through it
a killer flu epidemic raging. 9 homeless people including
a newborn baby dying on the frozen streets. This was surely
the ugly winter of many's discontent. Made us all hanker
after an eternal Spring, which by the way did not come
until the very last day of March which was the rainiest
March ever. I think P-landers where beginning to feel
they were living in Job-like counter-reality. If it wasn't
snow shutting down the city, it was floods carrying pieces
of it away...landslides and the like. Okay. Fingers crossed
that things improve. That is why I was so moved at the
resiliency and inventiveness of these fantastic birds, the
crows. They are true survivors. If you could have seen this
photograph, it would've taken your breath away. Definitely
worthy of the National Geographic magazine, maybe even a
Pulitzer Prize for photography. I would like a copy.





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