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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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Call It Grace (another Anti-poem)


a glass of water thrown

and then give me some words

any words but don't make them a gauntlet

I'm here caught up and bent down

like the broken off end of a screw

that no longer turns

as it should

a smock for a dress to hold in the mess

a mockery of me

so would you give me a word or two

and make them kind when you do

and maybe  compose an ode to this girl

the one you and I once knew

and then

don't fuss with my dust and pile of mistakes

as dust is the rust of your long dead relatives

the peelings of old life
today I lost someone

my Aunt the younger twin of my Mother

the last of a dwindling family in full decline

her art relics collect with the other dust

in front of me

it won't be long

til  I take my last move to the final place

so give me a word that's kind

and please call it

and give me

grace.



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS ANTI-POEM 6/11/2022 11:58om PST
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORD.

written directly to the page...given several disparate unassociated words
and then off I go, in an attempt to make a poem...try it, you may like it.





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