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The Great Tsunami Of Our Growing Grief written 3/2.2021--retitled 3/14/2021

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

Words Between Edward And Jane

Like A Small Street Dog Lured In By The Promise Of Meat

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



When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

CHRONICLER OF DREAMS

YET ANOTHER ANTI-POETRY POEM ( re-edited 11/2/2022)

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

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

Appetites

How I Still Love You

Miss Tilt-a-World@

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

ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

What Is The Price For Your Touch

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Words Between Edward And Jane


do you think me handsome, Jane?

your forehead is fine
and I relish
the many thoughts which spring
from it, Sir

then come come tell me how
and what you really feel
dear Jane

I am plain speaking
and direct, Sir
I've no use for neither flowers
nor words which might resemble them

real flowers are rooted
and I prefer planted into the ground
and contented there so that they may live
the length of their full-lives-intended

I see, Jane...
so I am not a flower
and you are not the sun
nor rain which would fall upon me
and nourish me, then?

Sir, you go and think too far...
I said nothing of the kind...
perhaps you ought to examine my truth
in the words I do not say
instead of the words you infer that I've spoken?

stay with me then
Sweet Jane,
stay awhile
and listen to me rattle on
and hold me of high regard
and appreciate me for my own self
as I do you
for yours...

I can do that, Sir
it would be my pleasure

As it would be mine
Jane
and an effortless one
you're my enduring treasure...

(do you hear the loud beating of my heart
and how it beats faster when you are near?)
Oh, dearest dear Jane...

(Yes, Sir, Edward, my Mr. Rochester...
At last you are my own.)

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