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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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The Hoping


she sleeps wrapped
silent
as a bouquet of black flowers
editing the pauses between
her thoughts

the fan whispers
a language
all of its own
tremulous
breathless
mimicking the outside
rising whistling wind

a cloud looms and floats
within her mind
the thought of returning home
to a place
she's yet to discover

next to her,
sonorous
and snoring
he is...
tossed on the waves
of his breath-filled sleep
he wrestles with formless phantoms
cunning, they are and
how do they know how
to read his thoughts?

kissing his cheek
murmuring
she half-speaks:

"you're alright sweet pea,
I'm here..."

knowing
they both need their days
in the sun
to evaporate their fear

when I'm on the outside
looking in
I think
where's my path...
where do I fit?

there's gaps in my  breathing
as I lie awake in your bed
small gasps
restlessness
questions
the hoping for better
and mixed in the gratitude
for some days
just how it is

knowing the fine regard
how they share for one other
is the saving glue
the glimmer of light
which turns blackness
into sunrise
and dawning pink-tinged blue.


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