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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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In The Sanctuary Of My Head

some days I feel

the universe

is mostly harmless

like a snake is only slightly poisonous

my solution

is to plant a secret garden in my mind

so I'll always have a place

to go to

to smell my favorite flowers

simple things

are like balloons

making your life rise

to a spiritual level

where you can defrag

replant your soul

I want my Eden back

and I want to populate it

with all the people I miss

and the animal-friends I've lost

and with those who have yet to be

part of my bliss

all human life needs light

and hope

the best soil to grow in

is filled with the nutrient

called love

and self-love

I'm replanting that garden of my youth

in my mind

Eden's coming back

even if you can't visit it

on the street

it will always exist here

in the sanctuary of my head.

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