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

The Wonder Cat

It No Longer Surprises Me...

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Great Big Waterproof World



Words Being Yours...Until The Grave 4/23/2022

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Where The Dead Don't Mind...

On Sunny Days , As I Pose For The Skies 3/17/2022

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UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

Great Spirit

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A Poem From The Dark

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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

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

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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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