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21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED



The Off Brand

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Knock, Then Come Through

Being Ourselves...

Uncovered

So Glad I Met You

The Blue Buffalo

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Not Someone's Grand Illusion

Wisdom of the Infinite

The Differences

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

Patch-Worked Trilogy

I Turn Forward

The Storm

Prairie Town Progress

Beyond Door Number Three

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

Elise, Elise

A Bird, A Fly, A Cripple (Pity Poem?)

The Make-Up of Molecules

MOLECULES

HOW

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I used to love the month
called May...

the snows had left
the robins returned
the flowers bloomed and profused
all passions slowly-burned
the winds more gently called and wooed

May was my reprieve
my reason to believe
that
life might live again
and make itself anew

Now May has other meanings
the kind of acquaintance
I'd rather not renew

would I pretend the years are distant
yet some of them remain
how I'd like to forget
and tuck them into the earth to stay

let the dead
let ghosts stay quieted
let memory be buried down
within the loamy earth
to stay

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