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I Am A Creature Of The Night. 5/31/2023 WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE FOR FUN

All Beings Considered

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

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

Words Between Edward And Jane



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

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

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

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

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

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

Someone Send Out A Search Party

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

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

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

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

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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 Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

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?

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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Certainly No Bread  3/16/2022


now UN-SEE THIS:

ten people standing in line waiting for bread--
obliterated

this is not a poem
this is oblivion
a nightmare
Hieronymus Bosch

here one moment
and what?
gone the next
inconceivable?...
but YOU MUST conceive of it

marinate on THE BLOOD
until the reality seeps into your psyche
can you do it?

is there enough empathy left in your pinkie
in your pre-frontal cortex
in your reptilian brain
in your worst imagining
to wrap your NEEDFUL concentrated thought around IT?

I see
ten mushroom clouds EXPANDING
I see
spontaneous combustion AND TEN INDIVIDUAL POOFS
I see
ten memorials and malingering remembrances
AND AN ENDLESS CLOTHESLINE OF DAMP HAN-KERCHIEFS

I see Pale Grief in her flesh-tone gown
and Death with his scythe
cutting down the chafe and the wheat
no harvest for this year
not for ten
who were simply hungry....

and no bread
CERTAINLY no bread
for those who ONCE hailed from
the Bread Basket Of The World
and whose bodies hailed all over
the broken coffins of ground.

Are you quiet now?
Do you have any words or images left?

(whispering: Where and what is peace?)



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