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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Upwards Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Tuesday afternoon in the jewelry box

What If



Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

the slave is freed

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

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Max on the max

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A Man Called Tsuris

For The Loss Of A Ghost Like You

Love A Cat

Fragile Shell Of Morning

I Long For Stars

I Feel Fine(r)

The Crow Is A Songbird

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

And With Words I Let Them Go

When He Returns From The Road

Flashes, Glimpses, Moments, Time

the brand of disappointment

Boy Restored

Please Don't Bring Me Flowers

No Woman's Friend

Ramada

Sometimes I Hear Him

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why not ask the cat?

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Oh, Now, The Pink Moon


what desserts the April sky brings
see the lustrous pink chiffon moon
filling the world with her sentient light

above the stars are wrapped in the faint film
of a nebulous pale negligee
how they wink and peep
down at me


I'm a child
blanketed in awe
a small pinprick
taking in a lunar spectacle
for the first time


what delicious delight this is
to lie awake late into the night
to know of such delight


I am
wide-eyed as an owl
watching from my bedroom aerie
at my third story window
facing due-east


what keen disappointment
when the first magenta beams
begin their morning embrace of Mother Earth
and the stars and moon are coaxed
into rolling onto the other side of tomorrow
where they will drowse until
another evening when they'll rise again

how I'd like another spoonful
to fill in my dreaming
please
bring me a another dipper full of heaven.


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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
TIME /DATE STAMPED ON APRIL 12, 2017/10:27AM

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MORNING WRITING EXERCISES.

edited April 12/ 7:31pm PST
thank goodness I saw the typo with the missing s
in dessert, as in a sweet treat





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