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The Factory of Resentments

When My Blues Are Gone

Expect Yourself



Silver-Tongued Devil

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall

Think On This--IF YOU WOULD

Open Lines

You Got Your Lilly Back

I Write This To Remember


And I Smile ( Little Little Bird)

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

the earth is our mother

This Snake

All Of Who I Was

Where The Dead Don't Mind...

Peace Where There Is No Opportunity

Night Train

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

This Is It

The Inner String

For Another Mean New Sun.

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For Another Mean New Sun.

heavy is the air
heavy are her steps
pinned to the pavement
un-slagging heat
strangles every beat of life

desert flower girl lost
her petals drooped and torn
no sign of rain
no gesture of kindness
no heaven sighing
no filled drinking cup
down to her last lick of luck

handmade sign begs mercy
nothing forthcoming
skin burnished brick
but not the sort made of shelter
not for her nor her dog--
little protection between her
and some one who might do her harm

each day the same
recycled like hash
thumb out by the highway
shouts of derision
beguiled and belittled
thought less than recycled trash

fitful sleep in the night
next day to be be again undone
rising and shining in the morning
for another mean new sun

legal copyright for this poem August 4 2019 5:00PM PST
time date stamped and also for this poet Melissa A Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title

living closer to the standard at which you are comfortable at.
Generosity begins with attitudes and the heart...
and comes back to you in good will and karma.

The person you sneer at on the highway might be the next new
Bob Dylan or Georgia O'Keefe or Frank LLoyd Wright
that you zoom on by without a second thought.

People are being put in cages in prisons/super maxes funded through
the dollars you spend on Amazon. Families are separated, being
abused and put in cages at our borders.  
Don't think of people in terms of "groups"...think
of them as individuals with lives and people who love them.
It might be less possible then to ignore their pain and
get outside of yours to help out in some small...but meaningful way.
That is why you were put here. To be of service when you can.


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