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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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The Nature Of Water


the rain's coming
its always been here and there
part of the universe

its been called
welcome unwelcome perverse

the cleansing and washing of sins and the curse
the water that feeds and destroys and the worse

it reminds me of the traveling of all things
and how we all are each
unstoppable

time is no measuring but a river of passing
where's the room
the movement
the moment
the whore
who'd decide to stop and linger

there are stays even unloosening
yet no holds to hold onto
where fingers and hand might dock and moor

my hands are not so deft and strong and able
to capture and cradle
the water I'm thirsting for...

its best not to forget but to forgive
the tears like the water the river
the impermanence the ocean and sea of it all

there are word beneath the water
and tears talk like mouths
listen like rain yearning
who suffers and suffers all fools
and the misunderstanding of foolishness
that comes with the call

there are no singular meanings
of words and their leanings
but truth and love live there within

the baby crowns his mother's womb
arriving though he's leaving much too soon
the electric currency that drives a raging heart
unseen or not noticed still moves though it appears
receding

the bliss which lives in your looks
exit the cochlean canal of my ear
and my small hands reach for it as
exits stage-left and stage rear

longing is like the rain
forever nearing
forever receding
uncontrollable untamed wild

to be within your shadow
to know your shade
to feel your sun
to drown in your rain
and then to somehow seep silently
within
and ride its course
again and again
to find if there's a journey
in the water of your heart
i've brought my oar
i've come to set my paddle down
won't you
can you
will you ask me to
stopping fording my canoe
and let me in

 (from a dream and from my many-rivered thoughts)

I may have mixed a metaphor or to...this is a work in progress
but I like how its begun...and that its start-again

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