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All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)

Unknowing

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)

Evidence

Afterwards...

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

Plain Speakin' (Lyrical Poem)

All Beings Considered

It Is The Rain

Like a Small Child Tucked Into

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

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I offered my condolences
her parent had just died
the one who favored her most
it was hard to find the right words
even though she was my dearest friend
I had no experience of
being favored
within my own family
I had no means to compare
how such a loss would feel if it were mine

all I could do was
see what was right in front of me:
the knowing of permanent loss
and how death is irreversible
the love somehow irreplaceable
and then the sting of realization for me
of how I would never experience this loss
within my own context
within a family
which was never quite a family
certainly, not mine.


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February 12, 2018 and also for this writer/author
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Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World






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