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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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THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

WHAT WAS ONCE SACRED

NOW SO RARELY IS...

THE INNER FLESH OF AN ELBOW OR A KNEE

THE QUESTION MARK CURVE OF A WOMAN'S NECK

AS HER HAIR IS PILED UP ON TOP OF HER HEAD

SEE HER AT THE MIRROR

MAKING HER DAILY MINISTRATIONS

FINGERS SLOWLY CIRCUMNAVIGATING THE PLANES

OF HER CHEEKS HER BROW HER NOSE

TODAY THERE WAS A WARM SHOWER AND THE SCENT

OF LAVENDER AND TUBER ROSE

IT STILL CLINGS TO THE MISTED MIRROR

SOMETHING THAT WAS ONCE SACRED SITS HERE

ON AN OLD VANITY CHAIR

PUSHING AT HER CUTICLES AND RUBBING LOTION

INTO HER PALMS AND THE SOLES OF HER GNARLED FEET

TOUCH CAN BE SO SOOTHING

SO SWEET

WHEN THE HANDS RECOGNIZE TREASURE

WE LOVE EACH OTHER BUT NOT ALWAYS

IN EQUAL MEASURE

BUT THE GREATEST LOVE OUGHT TO BE

HOW WE TREASURE OUR SACRED SELVES

AND THE COMPANY WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1/26/2023 1:23 TIME AND DATE STAMPED PST
AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
AND REGISTERED@ SITE TITLE#: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

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