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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?


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


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


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

All The Changing....


Lonesome Love

two out of three people

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

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always wanted to be
a dancer

on a stick

didn't know how to be
in my body
newly released
from its cocoon
of extra skin

didn't like my competition
sorority girls are coquettes
but behave
have friends in herds
wear labels
don't step outside the lines
I was no girl
who wanted to be a sister
didn't want girls as friends
preferred sports
and men who were thoughtful
funny and could be well-spoken
and either banter or debate
not be vacuous nor pliant

I wanted to be defiant
and brave
not a slave
to my female body
to use it
to express who was living in
my insides

carefree spirits
do get stepped on
or sometimes are caged
is it better to be predictable
not good enough for the stage
behave and don't flee your box

this is hard to write
and most likely
will get misunderstood
by many
I will write it anyway
in anyway I can

I wanted to be someone
but I felt the bite
of the reins
the foul briny stench of it

what happens when
later on in life you chafe
deliberately ignore
all those who sought to deplore you
in your past

take them to the task
its never too late

work in progress
written frankly directly to the page
legal copyright for this poem 5:16pm PST 7/13/19 time/date stamped
and also for this writer/poet Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

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