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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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every day
every night
I know I'm alive
informed through pain

my bones boil 
and churn 
in my bodily mote. A
 human lightening rod,
 with the,lightening bolt.
Pain surrounds me and, in my ears, 
screams at me

I didn't ask for you
but you've arrived
and have chosen to stay
You've well overstayed your welcome

I wish you'd go to hell or wherever you came from,
just leave me alone  go away

I can no longer run
I hobble as I walk
I would rather dance
I would rather jaunt
I would rather resemble 
the woman
I once was

that gal is gone
I am estranged from and a stranger
to myself
it is dangerous to wake
and look for the crumbs and create a crust of
a me who was once the whole pie.

I want to be whole
I want to rise up
I want to give into my rage and anger
I want to run and run
I want I want I want
but cannot have
I am sad
for who I lost
but I have no choice
I must move on
I must wake up
I must endeavor to endure
there is no fate
there is no cure
this is what has happened
this is what cannot be undone

I cannot accept this
but from this cutting acceptance
I can NEVER run.


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