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Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

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)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....



The Better Poem

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

Wild and Unraveling

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)

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

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)

Don't Breathe 3/17/2021 12:21 AM PST

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

I'm Out Of My Dreams 3/12/2021...the pain-body and dreams

The Legacy List

(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME

Preferring The Stars. (After College)

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Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)


it is Spring
my feet seem happier
the sunlight
is gentle
so is the breeze

I notice how a Chickadee
is nested in the eaves
of a fast-food venue
woven into her nest are
expired fries

the street is filled
with her music

chick-a-dee-dee-dee
chick-a-dee-dee-dee

the older Dog sits
all too patiently
tethered to an immovable object
he
does not like being immovable

wishing I had steak
or a hamburger to give him
I murmur kindnesses
what a boy you ARE

he looks up
blood shot eyes assessing me
then I remember my half sandwich
glance around
and slip him the middle of it

I grin
not guiltily
feeling my steps growing lighter
as he licks his chops

a small cat meows
I look into her
notice the dullness there
in her coat and eyes
I carry my sack of groceries
inside is a self-opening
can of tuna

kitty- kitty -kitty
she meow-paws her way over to me
I open the tin's contents
in an out-of-the-way-corner
creating a make-shift care
safe from the busy street

meow-wow-wow-mewow mumbley-munch
she eats
her active whiskers flexing

I watch
and grin again

then carefully
because I am older
I skip away
not caring if anyone sees.


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THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE----
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALly-APPOINTED ERRANDS?












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