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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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One Which Brings Me Unending Release


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A trend:

People are admitting
who they are
publicly to
others.

Admitting to other
people who are not
necessarily safe.
Its become a brave new world.
With nets, no
guarantees.

But I travel on
a breeze
of mindfulness.
Hello, this is who
I am.

Choose to accept me
if you desire,
if you can.
It won't matter so much
whether you like me
or not...
I'm freed.  

I like the person
that I am and
the one that I'm
not.

Observe:
there is no chip on
my shoulder.
I ground it into sawdust
long ago.
I had no more use for it.

Let people think
what they do.
Let their thoughts meander
beyond my control.
It is for them to wanderor to wonder
perhaps, even to judge.

I have my path,
I do my best
to avoid the mud.

I am freed
from the burden of
their derision.
It was my
wisest
and my best decision.

One which brings me
un-ending release.

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