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The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

I'd Like A Taste (The Wolf Said)

The Crow Is A Black Bird

When I Start to Bloom

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)



All Beings Considered

Words Between Edward And Jane

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

After Wide Sargasso Sea ( For Those of You Readers Who Have Empathy For the First Mrs. Rochester.)

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

Wild and Unraveling

What Must Be

These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

I Am The Color Of Black

The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

Someone Send Out A Search Party

THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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Neighborly


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in explaining my most recent poem
do I become the Contrarian
sullen and smug
the one who thinks she's high and mighty
kicking over my stool
like its my throne
well there isn't one
I don't have one
this is merely an observation
agree disagree don't read
or walk away
you have the choice

trust me--ha ha
there is an endangered species
called trust

today in the laundry room
the upstairs neighbor
not MY neighbor
as we are not friends
and he is by no means ever friendly
says to me
"Now when I leave here, don't take my clothes out
of the dryer before its dry, got that."
then slams the basement door
huffs off
"got that."

he eyed me suspiciously
like I had done this before
it  was not quite 8:30 in the morning
rise and shine happy pilgrims

I had just fed the crows some leftovers
from the chicken which my boyfriend
had the store's butcher cut into pieces...
I fed them the leftovers
the liver, heart, gizzard along with other
morsels of brown rice, vegetables
and other meatier bits

I felt like a meaty bit
chewed up a tad
not quite spat out

the crows were more grateful
for my company
this cool rainy morning

I answered the upstairs neighbor
with a silent nod
too stunned and struck dumb
I was
even with one strong cup of coffee
already coursing through my blood

I arose from the funereal scene in the
laundry room
dusted myself off a bit
chose instead to speak
with the crows

(I had to forget the shaved-headed gargoyle with the tattoos)

who cried quite raucously upon seeing me
as they seemed happy enough for one
of my secretive hand-outs

I hoped they would miss me
long after I ceased to be
their neighbor

I knew
after a morning like this
I would surely miss them.



Copyright February 1 2015 ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED BY THIS AUTHOR
MELOO/MELISSA A HOWELLS STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
ALL RANTS/IDEAS/POETRY/PROSE ARE THE EXPRESSED LEGAL PROPERTY OF THIS WRITER


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edited February 2, 2015





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