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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

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

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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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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