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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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Evidence


inside my pocket book
there is
a picture of us
in black and white
smiling in a booth
at the beach town arcade
in Oregon
what a place it is
the beach
but it wouldn't mean much
to go there
without you
little star
the light you are to me

inside my pocket book
there is a note
a snippet of advice
that is my small paradise
from a man I never met
named Robert Alden
he tells me there is not enough
darkness in all of the world
to snuff out my one small candle

recently there have been many days like this
an unending baker's dozen
that come delivered unwanted
I remember too then to turn the piece of paper over
and read the other side
where in my own hand it reads
for you my candle, Melissa
with love
always,
God.

evidence to the contrary
and how it hides
in the smallest corners
and spaces

I am not alone
and will never be
and twice I am reminded...now
I must remember this.



legal copyright for this poem 12:56pm PST
time/date stamped on September 4 2018
and also for this writer Melissa A Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

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P.S. I thank my friend Joe for inspiration
and his nudging of my failing memory
and his enduring and endearing poem about the candle
in the darkness. Thank you Joe. Thank you for being my friend.





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