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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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Entanglements


***********

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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