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Where Is My Bed With The Pleasing Tree -Lined View

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

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

All Beings Considered

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

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

Words Between Edward And Jane

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

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

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

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

In The Sanctuary Of My Head

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

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

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

The Way Of The Crow

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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

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Entanglements

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in this interminable summer

our hair has grown like

the tallest of buffalo grass

long, deep-rooted and wild

I admire your ability to grow your hair

You admire my ability

both of our heads seem sprouted and matted

unattended and reaching

the tendrils drop and fall everywhere

into my mouth

into my eyes

I am forced to peer from underneath them

we've become

intertwined,

woven together like an intricate braid

we're the susurration of deep rhythms

and cooing breaths

in this impossible implausible heat

which has enveloped the entire earth

with its smothering and cloying

still our hair-growing continues

our own over--grown tresses

nearly becoming a mattress

a self-made bed

grown from the mows of our cast-off

prodigiously grown hair....

as we lie down

we blithely share late-night murmurings

of dreams of other lives spent

when we were not even a memory to one another...

so...

how could it be

that I knew you before we knew of each other

entanglements

so knotted

the mystical has merged with the every day.

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