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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

That Once Respite Cave

We Are The Generators

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters



Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

ANOTHER REFRIGERATOR POEM 7/2/2022

In And In Between The Silence 6/21/2022

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

Each One Of Them Is Accounted For (And Matters)

The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

Like Books Full Of Stories Stacked Behind Her

Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)

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

A NOT-S0-SILLY ANTI-POETRY DITTY

Lights Out

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

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

To Be In The Way

For My Brother T. J. ( 7/15/2022)

Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

A Stranger In a Strange And Angry Land.

Crimson Lake (From 2008, flashing forward to 2022/April 19)

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

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

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS ANYWAY AND INSTEAD

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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

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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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