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THE HOOVER DAM/NEWLY RE-CONSTRUCTED 2/19/2022

I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

Great Spirit

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES



A Poem From The Dark

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM

You Are Not What You Think 3/7/2022 11:56Pm PST

Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

Lull the Day to Night

Where The Dead Don't Mind...

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

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The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

Fisherman's Woman's Lament

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

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

Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

Threading Myself Through The River Called Night

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

The Off Brand

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

Broken Things Are Beautiful

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

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Odd Things, Odd Thing.....


odd things comfort me
like
the growl of distant thunder
a full golden moon dancing
the talking of the night wind
the thrashing of branches
a sudden crack of lightning
and the knowledge
I'm hiding in the velvet of
darkness

I've always been hiding

I've had a distant yardstick
held before me
as I flinched
a rotted carrot dangling

I know a language
of diminishment
and words which would bury

I don't like close places
I don't like many people close to me
at times
I haven't liked eyes
especially when they don't match
the smile

I've been managed
and distanced
and measured
and my nerves have been
distressed and pulled out
my Mother Bird plucking me
to be groomed

I
am
not sweet

I
am
bitterness
and not wanted...
my
blood is
wormwood green

I only know what its like
to want kindness
and know
something else
and then later
to do all I can to create
the opposite

am I a butterfly
hovering over a raging fire
or am I a mountain lion stalking
or am I a deer hiding in the wood
or am I a hummingbird
hungry for every flower

the owl seeks the night
and knows its great powers
I know I can see through words
straight into the middle
of someone's thoughts

I detect
lies
fears
inconsistencies
frailties
and molecules of yellow light

lonely in the day
lonely in the night
and oh so complicated
but not really

just a child
within a large body
just a child with large
expanding eyes

and a child
who was not one
and a woman who would
be one still
if it weren't for inheritance

odd things
you are,
I am
"an odd thing...."


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