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ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

I Long For Stars

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of



Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

I'd Like To Be Your Shirt (when you wake up in the morning)

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

Words Between Edward And Jane

After Wide Sargasso Sea

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

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

That No One But I Will Know (anti-poetry)

Obese Venus

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

A SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

Lights Out

Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

Saudade: the feeling of wanting to be near someone who is far and distant

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

To Be In The Way

What Is The Price For Your Touch

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

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

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

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How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend


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her poem began with an odd metaphor
a hound-tooth shadow
toothy and jagged
reaching through a tesserect
or a tunnel called time
the tooth-some bits nearly
touching but not-touching
the dark and light there
but not quite interspersed
still reaching out towards one another
as if the other would put the other
asunder
absorbing engulfing
swallowing all into one deep gulp
of reality
until it was consistently grey

there's no consistency
sometimes there
is no gravity
only a floating nearly-floating
amoeba-like mass of in-between
so when she clearly saw what she had seen
this pattern of perfect-imperfection
this hounds-tooth reflection
her metaphor for her life
she smiled
as if she recognized herself
and all her contradictions

"I'm not so complicated..."
She thought, wise-smiling,
if I can see this visual representation
of who and what I believe I am..hmmmm..
and at that moment
"the Hounds-tooth" a pattern mostly
reserved for manly-men
who are not thought high-maintenance
but who they are
now
became her friend.


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