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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)

For You Who Knows The Rain


The Seven Billion

Preschool Presence of Mind

I Long For Stars

All Beings Considered

Have You Ever Been Blue (self talk of encouragement)

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

What Truth There Is When You See It (Maybe I'm A Man...)

transaction and interchange

Throne Of Stars

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

In The Winter Park

Max on the max

And Even Stars Die

Time Does Not Recognize Me

The Knowledge...

Some Women/Some Woman

Crowded Out

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)

Laughing Maid (They Called Me)


Try To Have A Good Night

Boy Restored

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

I Am Time


I Feel Fine(r)

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

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Preschool Presence of Mind

I painted
a portrait of me
called "m/untitled"
how I've tired of them
their bit and their bridle
of descriptors
their elipsors of me
like goose-gossipers
as if I was within their telescope
as if either end
of their vision
might recommend me

truth be
my reputation does proceed me
so many don't see
but claim to
opinion's not fact
with bias plus tax

how we soon all forget
that our words leave booted tracks
and sadly,
our manners

what did you learn in
kindy-garten anyway...
to play wake-up fairy
and nap all the day

can't you learn to play fair
to live by the golden rule
is it true you bypassed the basics
hammered in before school

Donald, oh Donald
we've cried
and we've sighed
and we've tried with you
but, Donald,
you haven't been listening


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Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted
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7:48pm PST January 17 2018

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