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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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Hunger (Whose Is It?)


the sound of cawing outside
the bedroom window
it is not my window
I am merely renting it

a cawing so persistent
it tells me of hunger
it tells me of impatience and longing

wake up!
so
I rise

I
who've known hunger
I
who've felt need
I
who know want

together
the crows and I
are more alike
than any human eye can see

scattering the almonds
over the balcony
saying to them
in my heart
please do
I am calling
come to me
be my friends
I will always be a friend to thee...

(how you make me whole, again...
with your polished black wings
in which I would take refuge and flight.)


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Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

re-edited March 18 2018 9:58AM PST
for emphasis and clarity of metaphor

1:51PM PST March 15th, 2018 time/date stamped

our long-lost loved ones come to us
in the form of bird; I believe this to be true





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