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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

The Hot Seasons

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Last In Class

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in-EFFECTIVE (Fragile)

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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

Its Their Problem

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

the life and times of Medusa

Max on the max

Your Next New Dying Black Swan

For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Someone Burned The Trees

Crowded Out

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

I Feel Fine(r)

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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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