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o The Petty Player Who Rarely Sleeps

o I'd Like A Taste (The Wolf Said)

o The Crow Is A Black Bird

o When I Start to Bloom

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

o All Beings Considered

o Words Between Edward And Jane

o Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

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

o After Wide Sargasso Sea ( For Those of You Readers Who Have Empathy For the First Mrs. Rochester.)

o WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

o Wild and Unraveling

o What Must Be

o These Hands Exist July 4 2023 rei-edited 7/12/2023

o I Am The Color Of Black

o The Tide of Your Lies (2019-2023)

o How I Wanted Your Pearls 6/24/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE

o Love Wants What Love Wants re-edited 5/31/023

o Winter's Been Too Long.... 4/18/2023 (LONGING)

o The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

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

o This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

o At Night, As I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

o And You Will Be Called Ashes As You Leave ( from a dream)

o Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

o Someone Send Out A Search Party

o THE FAN , AT NIGHT, GIVES GOOD ADVICE completely re-edited, an entirely different poem

o What Is The Price For Your Touch? re-editied 5/31/2023

o Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View(NOW REEDITED)

o Oh What Fine Physics (Before Me ,Lies) re-edtited @4/17/2023

o If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

o THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN STARTLED

BY YOUR OWN REFLECTION IN THE GLASS

URGED ON FIRST BY AN UNQUENCHABLE THIRST

FOR A GLASS OF WATER

(FROM THE KITCHEN)

THE OTHER SELF GAZING IN FROM THE OUTSIDE

THE SUDDEN LIGHT FLASHING OVERHEAD AS A SWITCH IS FLIPPED ON

OVERHEAD IN YOUR HEAD

I HAVE STOOD ROOTED TO THE SPOT

MY BLOOD ICED OVER

GOOGLE-EYED AND MY MOUTH

FROZEN INTO A PERMANENT "O"

DID I SUDDENLY SPLIT

BECOME TWO-PERSONED

ONE OF ME GAZING IN FROM THE OUTSIDE

THE OTHER GAZING OUT FROM WITHIN...

AND WHO'S FINDING HER WAY???

DID THE WINDOW BECOME A TESS-ERECT

AN OPEN WINDOW

THE MEAN TO DISCOVER THE IMPLAUSIBLE?

TIME TRAVELING IN THE GLASS

BETWEEN MY SELVES.

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