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Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)

Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019


Checking Out

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month


Only The Choice To Be

When People Go

The Day You Left (Words From A Half-Remembered Dream)

Wake Wake Wake

It Is In The Rain

Dream Goblins Of The Night

Wake And Remember

Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business

In March (Finally, Spring 2016)

All For Algernon

Weak In The Knees

The Finisher's Song

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

All Beings Considered

This Is It

Max on the max

I Long For Stars

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

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

Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

If I Could Be The Sky...

It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)

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We are at a pizza parlor.

We are approached but not recognized.
We are regulars.

The waiter asks:
"Can I take your order please?"

He looks at me, I say

He turns to my friend, she says

Every time it is the same.
The same man. The same question.
The same answer.


He comes back with our drinks.
He remembers this.

We empty our pockets of quarters
into the jukebox. So happy, we are.

We eat
By the forkful.
By the plateful.

The only profit the waiter makes
is from our Tab refills.

Teenage girls
drink a lot of Tab.

Meloo/Melissa A Howells  site: Tilt-a-World
from a recent prompted childhood memory
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