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I'm An Old Bad Dog Barking At The Rain

I wonder......

Romance For The Unrefined Mind...

Imperfect

Dog Lives Are Shorter



Now Is My Season

The Metaphor That Keeps On Giving...

Hunger (Whose Is It?)

Live Your Life The Best You Can Within Your Own Follicles

In Simpatico

Not Mine

Illustration

Hello Grief...

What It Means To Go Missing

This Is Your New Portland Now

For You Who Knows The Rain

Blur

The Seven Billion

Preschool Presence of Mind

Have You Ever Been Blue (self talk of encouragement)

What Truth There Is When You See It (Maybe I'm A Man...)

transaction and interchange

Throne Of Stars

Love A Cat

In The Winter Park

And Even Stars Die

Time Does Not Recognize Me

The Knowledge...

Some Women/Some Woman

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)

Laughing Maid (They Called Me)

Brilliance

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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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