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The Loving Art

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The Stars Go Out

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)



No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

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And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

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Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

Broken Things Are Beautiful

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

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Weak In The Knees


a part of me goes with him
when he walks out the door
I can see his steps
and how his hips move in his jeans
I would know him from behind a whole block away

in the morning
I inhale deeply
while I watch him sleeping
his scent filling my nostrils
he smells warm and musty
like a cat napping in the sun
with a self-satisfied smile on his face

I know him
by a certain jangle of his keys
in a crowd of people
my ears focus and pick him out
my mind estimating when
he will come around the corner

in the car he hums
as if it were a reflex
sometimes he sings
and I join in
I like a man who sings

often he doesn't know
I'm admiring his profile
in awe of who I see
as my heart quickens

at night when I lie awake
I listen to him breathing
sometimes he laughs when he is asleep
and I smile

I have known him for a long while
still there's always more to know
and I like him
more than I started out to
which was a lot

sometimes when I think of him
it feels like a swooning crush
I get weak-kneed and sigh
and think about luck
and how maybe
it has not passed me by at all
but entered on two feet
with wide shoulders
and arms that surround me.



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10:59 AM January 26, 2019





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