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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

Uncovered

Burying the Dark

Great Big Waterproof World

After Wide Sargasso Sea



If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

All Beings Considered

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

So Glad I Met You

Being Ourselves...

Knock, Then Come Through

In My Humble Opinion

I Turn Forward

Beyond Door Number Three

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Someone Send Out A Search Party

The Blue Buffalo

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

The Differences

Wisdom of the Infinite

Not Someone's Grand Illusion

The Storm

Patch-Worked Trilogy

And Then It Wasn't Hard To Be Eight Years Old

Prairie Town Progress

Great Spirit

Elise, Elise

The Make-Up of Molecules

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Threading Myself Through The River Called Night

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I've heard:

the blister of pain
is not worth poking.

its made of old wounds
not like a new bride wearing blue
but like a widow
pulling weeds

if you lance a blister
it bleeds
scabs over
makes a scar that can last

I've outer skin
and inner alchemy
that doesn't heal
without leaving behind
a reminder of all
that's come before

is pain a wound
that finds us
one that too often reminds us
there will be more.



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 6:24PM PST
5/5/2020 TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS
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MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...

THANK YOU FOR READING. MAH





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