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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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no caring words have passed
between your lips
dear Brother
they're stitched through
with black thread
you've become the dead
as silent as the grave

the past
the truth
are all lost too
your words explode like cannons
in my head

we're un-alike
you said
so we must
consider this a divorce

you  said
I may have been your sister once
but what's between us
has run its course

he's alive
he lives his life
not thinking one jot of me
he lives ever so carefully
high up on a hill
his perch looks down on everyone
and everything

his phone's been changed
his media's blocked
his mailman knows my name
any evidence of me has been
removed from plain sight
it's always been this way

at night
in a dim and darker past
at night
sometimes when I dare dream
he materializes from the mist
I try to cry out
my words not words
but a silent angry scream

his arm thrust up in the sky
sometimes he carries a bow
sometimes he aims arrows at me
barely missing high or low

did we ever know each other
did we slide down a wintry hill
did I make sure you had enough to eat
did I stick up for you and take your blows
so you could rest and sleep

didn't I defend your name
didn't I dodge your Bo-bo jabs
didn't I hear your pain
each time you were pummeld by Dad

no more open lines
nor an open range
you set up all your posts for high fences

this was your decision
not really mine

I've decided
not to get caught this time
in your barbed wire--
I wonder,
what would our Mother say?



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