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The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

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When I Start to Bloom

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All Beings Considered

Words Between Edward And Jane

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

After Wide Sargasso Sea ( For Those of You Readers Who Have Empathy For the First Mrs. Rochester.)

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Wild and Unraveling

What Must Be

These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

I Am The Color Of Black

The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

Someone Send Out A Search Party

THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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What Exactly Comes Next?


at night
making lists in my head
I'm cocooned in thought
and wondering
what it means
the very definition
of the end

how many are there
like me
thinking thoughts
they'd rather not think

I envy those who don't
count sheep
those who simply drift off
and drift away

days are long
nights even longer
its not merely a function
of the change of season
grasped in the moments
snared in my thoughts
making mincemeat
of the lack of reasons

where will this all lead

the side-goose-stepping
the averting and the aversion
of eyes
the wearing of sunglasses
the dull sameness and the
absence of smiles

walking the sidewalks
but feeling the miles
we're all separate islands
and
what exactly comes next?

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***this is more a meandering of thoughts and a contemplation

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