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You Are Not What You Think 3/7/2022 11:56Pm PST

We'll Decide That For YOU

Fisherman's Woman's Lament

That Time Love Took Off Running On Its Achilles Heels....

VALENTINE--WITHOUT YOU 2/19/2022

His Bitter Chocolate Heart (refrigerator magnet poem)

THE HOOVER DAM/NEWLY RE-CONSTRUCTED 2/19/2022

Tender Love New And Quick...

I COULD BECOME SOME KIND OF LUCKY 2/19/2022

UN-THREAD THE NEEDLE (OF TIME)

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

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

A Poem From The Dark

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM

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

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

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THE HOOVER DAM/NEWLY RE-CONSTRUCTED 2/19/2022

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there was dirt in her mouth

I put it there

to block the words she said

then added water to make the dirt settle in

and make a seal

a dam re-constructed

to prevent her from saying anymore

and might say

battering her with lightning blows

with an unexpected force

I didn't know I had

the expression of it now

lit by a flame a growing ferocity

fueled by the long suppression of it....

sometimes a bully comes to rue the day

and ought to have remained at home

sometimes the weak rally and overrun

I towered over her

my two small arms flexing

the taste of rusty blood in my mouth

where I bit my tongue

am I unable to shake this new relief in me

or I have won at last

or have I

lost something more?

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