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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)

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

Max on the max

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

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

the life and times of Medusa

why not ask the cat?

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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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