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Flashes, Glimpses, Moments, Time

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Some Will

What If

Please Don't Bring Me Flowers



No Woman's Friend

Sometimes I Hear Him

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

I Long For Stars

Every Time I Listen To the Wind.

Some People

She Is My Friend

Beware The Sign of Sagittarius

Need You (note of encouragement to self)

why not ask the cat?

The Un-Promised Land

I Travel Every Time I Think Of You

Poem Untitled, But, If Not For You

If I Were Your Island....

(You're) Still Here

I Know Most Who I Am When You Are In The Room

From The Desert

As Sick As My Secrets

Then The Little Silver Fish Came

I Keep My Ray Bans Handy

Upwards Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

He's There

Oh, Now, The Pink Moon

And Even Stars Die

You Are Not My Audience, I Just Borrowed You For Awhile

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He's There


coal black
nightshade he is
a shadow
how do you know he's there
Oh, but he is
a dark whisper
an obscure rustling
caught in your throat
a wind rattling the blinds
the beginning rumblings of a storm
and the deep chill
that first rushes through you


and no blanket
could ever keep
you warm enough
or cover you

when you know

he's there.

(my Homage to an Alfred Hitchcock thriller)

2:40pm pst/ May 4 2017
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Melissa A Howells
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site title: Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World







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