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The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

In The Sanctuary Of My Head

THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

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

Kathy Brown Kathy Brown

Something Not Quite Right About Here (Vortex) re-edited 1/26/2023

THE COOL TILES BENEATH MY FEET REMIND ME

After Wide Sargasso Sea

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

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

This Is What Mermaids Dream Of

The Way Of The Crow

Words Between Edward And Jane

WAITING ON THE WORLD (March/February 2021 poetry)

DO YOU TURN THE LIGHTS SO YOU CAN SLEEP?

When Mr. Bemish Lost His Last Good Pair of Glasses

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

My Grey Haired Love...La La Lullaby , La La Lullaby My Love

Certainly No Bread 3/16/2022

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

THE HEART IS AN ORGAN ON FIRE

A Girl Always Leaning Forward Looking for A Breeze

Entanglements

Have You Ever... (DECEMBER 4/2021)

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THE COMPANY THAT WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN

WHAT WAS ONCE SACRED

NOW SO RARELY IS...

THE INNER FLESH OF AN ELBOW OR A KNEE

THE QUESTION MARK CURVE OF A WOMAN'S NECK

AS HER HAIR IS PILED UP ON TOP OF HER HEAD

SEE HER AT THE MIRROR

MAKING HER DAILY MINISTRATIONS

FINGERS SLOWLY CIRCUMNAVIGATING THE PLANES

OF HER CHEEKS HER BROW HER NOSE

TODAY THERE WAS A WARM SHOWER AND THE SCENT

OF LAVENDER AND TUBER ROSE

IT STILL CLINGS TO THE MISTED MIRROR

SOMETHING THAT WAS ONCE SACRED SITS HERE

ON AN OLD VANITY CHAIR

PUSHING AT HER CUTICLES AND RUBBING LOTION

INTO HER PALMS AND THE SOLES OF HER GNARLED FEET

TOUCH CAN BE SO SOOTHING

SO SWEET

WHEN THE HANDS RECOGNIZE TREASURE

WE LOVE EACH OTHER BUT NOT ALWAYS

IN EQUAL MEASURE

BUT THE GREATEST LOVE OUGHT TO BE

HOW WE TREASURE OUR SACRED SELVES

AND THE COMPANY WE KEEP WITH THE ONE WITHIN.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 1/26/2023 1:23 TIME AND DATE STAMPED PST
AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
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