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All For Algernon

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Two Better Pasttimes. ( A Bit O' Rant)

Yes, You--There

This Is It

Old Hunters Of The Fall

I Long For Stars

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

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

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

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

I See A World I No Longer Fit In

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

All In The Family (Family, What A Concept)


Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

Max on the max

All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)

How I Think That About Every One...

In Layers

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Silent Endings

All Beings Considered

Wake And Remember

Call This Our Autumn

Small Sentry

If I Could Be The Sky...

All Too Clearly Now

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care



It Comes At Night

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I wonder......

I wonder
how apartments
ever came to be called complexes

the people who live
where I live
are anything but complex

most of them
hang-out like laundry
that ought to have been brought in days before
loitering near the smoke shack

my Midwestern upbringing informs me that
smoke shacks are for sausages
and not for people
however if you look just a wee bit closer
you will most likely notice
most of my neighbors are
slowly coming out of their casings

they're yesterdays' news
the hit parade with mostly near misses
and b-sides.

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Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World
2:50pm PST April 7/2018

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