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Small Sentry

Wake And Remember

Silent Endings

In Layers

How I Think That About Every One...

All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)


Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Call This Our Autumn

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

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



Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

It Comes At Night

The Hot Seasons

Perhaps I Too, Was Frozen

You Are (I'm Here With You)

Joyce Will Soon Be Seventy-Something

All Too Clearly Now

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

Oh What A Fall

Last In Class

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

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

in-EFFECTIVE (Fragile)

I Long For Stars

From The Point Of A Star

Someone Send Out A Search Party

This Is It

If I Were Your Island....

Spokes Spoken

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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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