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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

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


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Granddad
is what he preferred
old school
held 5 jobs at one time
to keep his family fed
and a lifetime of love
with  just one woman

spoke about himself
in the third person
saying
your Granddad thinks you
outta take better care of yourself
Meliss
and your Granddad will help you out
because your Granddad can

that was the winter
my own Father left
and I moved in
paid his bills because I
thought he was coming back
when he had no intention of doing so

all my food money
and budget for essentials
gone

lunches of popcorn
and 2-can Campells' suppers
sopped up with one-half dozen
day-old rolls
stale and un-buttered

expired apples and bananas
and oranges when
I could get them
and
forged breakfast special pancakes
and dinette coffee
which I can't and still will not
talk about

then luckily for me
found:
one well-preserved fruitcake
in its secure aluminum foil envelope
made by Auntie Johanna
whom I loved so well
St Fruitcake
the savior of my last Spring quarter's
studying and eventual A-grades

Granddad who then
sent one hundred dollars in cash
inside a second envelope
( for safe-sending)

and who clucked paternally
on the other end of the line
in Pueblo Colorado 2 story house
with its wrap-around porch
and the fruits and vegetables
in the Victory garden listening in

Granddad John James of the blue-blue eyes
the same hue as me
those blue-blue eyes
because his beloved Grandma Alta
is no longer here
and I'm the incarnation
of his childhood bride

Granddad John James
now my Father
more a Father
than my own.
 


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