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The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Marinate On This

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's



Someone Send Out A Search Party

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

Mister Misbegotten.

The Legacy List

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

The Threshold To The Other World...(March 2021/Feb 2021)

(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

MOLECULES

No Broom Could Chase Me.

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Taking Up Alley Living

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Out On The Street

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Judging The Rain

The Haircut Thing

The Bare Bones

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

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


what I had was not much
a bike that clanked when I rode

but it had a blue straw basket
for traveling

my mother, my father, my brothers
noticed me only when there was a problem
I was a problem
my feelings were

so when I would disappear
temporarily
it didn't matter much

the bags I packed were essential
only to me
flashlight, TP, pbj sandwich, thermos of milky coffee
sleeping bag, OFF, latest book, drawing pad,
pens, lined paper,
a knife, a tomato to slice, a pre-buttered muffin

they all fit in my pack
and tied to the basket

made up a story
I got good at that
'going to a friends'
then took off pedaling
to the south side of town

camped by the Red River
scared like the Dickens
fell asleep exhausted
and slept almost til noon

no watch to tell the time
but the sun was high
and then I'd rise
and stretch
feeling the damp ease from my body

often I'd yell my Tarzan scream
no one but the birds to hear me
this is the part that cheered me
and then it wasn't so hard
to be eight years old


Yes, this is a true story..mine
from younger days long ago...one that I will always remember..
I was good at temporarily running away...and no one ever cared or knew.


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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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