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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

You Do As You Please 8/17/2005 found poem, readjusted 6/20/22

HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

Much Better Than This ( A Conversation With The Universe)

The Straight Story (What Happens When The Writer Inserts You Into Her Story)

THE TIDE CALLED LONELINESS

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

Appetites

How I Still Love You

The Smile Which Eludes @

He Says To Me, I Think Too Much (and hence dream too much as well)

When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write

Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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

WHY DO I MIMIC THEIR MUSIC

AS THEY CALL--

I SAY TO THEM, MY FRIENDS

THE CROWS, WHO ARE MY BROTHER-SISTERS

OF THE SKY--

I'LL JOIN YOU ONE DAY,

BUT NOT YET.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (LITTLE CROW FEET)

THE SUN IS A HEALER

AND SO IS THE MOON

AND SO IS THE RISE AND FALL

OF THE BREATH

OF A LIVING DAY AND NIGHT--

TOGETHER WE ARE CIRCLES

CYCLES INTERTWINED

IN EACH OTHERS TENDER GRASP--

WE HOLD ON GENTLY

********************** (THE STARS BLINK AND ACKNOWLEDGE MY SEEING THEM)

EACH DAY IS SINGULAR

IMBUED WITH THE TEXTURES

AND TASTES

AND SHADOWS OF NEW MEANING

AS I NEAR THE END

EACH MOMENT IS NOT SQUANDERED

BUT BLESSED

LIKE NEW BORN BABIES

UNACQUAINTED YET WITH THE WORLD

NOT YET KNOWING

HOW THEY WILL NEVER BE POOR.

HALLELUJAH

(YAMO BE HERE NOW--I HAVE CALLED)

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MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
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TIME AND DATE STAMPED MARCH 3, 2021....4:51 PACIFIC STANDARD TIME...

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