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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

All Beings Considered

This Snake

All Of Who I Was

Where The Dead Don't Mind...



Your Next New Dying Black Swan

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

Peace Where There Is No Opportunity

What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?

Dragons

Someone Send Out A Search Party

I Wish God Had Better Magic

Canis Latrans

What's With The Lead Overshoes?

How Does It, How Do You Matter

THE POCKET DOOR

Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

The Hoping

Cuba Libre

This Is It

The Inner String

Max on the max

For Another Mean New Sun.

Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)

Night Train

Nameless

wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)

All The Changing....

HOME

Lonesome Love

two out of three people

A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)

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All The Changing....


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rose-golden
grow the tree seedlings of spring
little whirling's as they go falling
to the ground
as they are separating

we capture them in our small hands
then toss them into the wind
off the balcony

watch as they rise
and fly off over tall buildings
not knowing where or how far
they might go

it is a magic
we tell ourselves
we don't quite understand
but would like to know

this is flight
this is life
all the changing...

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May 26, 2019// 10:38 am PST TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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