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Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Liminality

My Heart Knows Him Still ( For TLP)



On the Wings Of A Bird

Shedding Your Skin

Great Spirit

Encounter Before Dawn

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

Somtimes in Surrender

Not My Season

WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children

NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

Belle Du Jovan

All Beings Considered

I Long For Stars

I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)

Your Next New Dying Black Swan

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

All Too Clearly Now

Max on the max

Informed Through Pain

Sometimes In Losing I Have Gained A Lot

A Man Of The Clouds

The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past

Accountants

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