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And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

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Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

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

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

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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

Don't Breathe 3/17/2021 12:21 AM PST

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

I'm Out Of My Dreams 3/12/2021...the pain-body and dreams

The Legacy List

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

Preferring The Stars. (After College)

Only Yesterday (For T.J..)

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The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021



are you the child
with the black crayon
in his fist

scribbling with one color
until an entire page
is filled in
and no one's line
is distinguishable
from any other

is that what its like
to be one
without words
or a shadow


the snow in the air
surprised me
the horizon line
the low-flying sparrows
obliterated
and earth became sky
and sky became earth
all the air quieted
is this the muffle of
leaden grief
the world too much
sitting on my chest
my words no longer speak
the dampness of my heart
has blanketed my last word

the yellow yolk made the journey
to the far side of the world
where its met the horizon of a new day
but I'm not there
I'm stuck in the world of darkness
I'm told that's where I live
and belong
as if it was my home

I know I've never been home
my shoes have never been set
upon a mat
I'm worn down from traveling
the ruts of darkened dirty streets
I'm been in every city
and you can see me
but you never look
but only look away

I am the unknowable
the other-other
the inconceivable
the misery and the miserable
the thing you step over
and move out of your way.


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