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Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home
All Beings Considered
All Of Who I Was
Where The Dead Don't Mind...
Your Next New Dying Black Swan
If This Is Any Art For Which You Care
Peace Where There Is No Opportunity
What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?
Someone Send Out A Search Party
I Wish God Had Better Magic
What's With The Lead Overshoes?
How Does It, How Do You Matter
THE POCKET DOOR
Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night
This Is It
The Inner String
Max on the max
For Another Mean New Sun.
Some Children Have Nightmares (tentative title)
wandering the rolling hills ...(written for his model)
All The Changing....
two out of three people
A Start Again...(I Green-Dreamed Again Last Night)
The Little Bird Said
Funny, Not Funny
All You Have To Do Is Breathe....
A Dog Should Have His Tail...
Enough to Clear The Clouds Away 4/13/2019
Hope Is Sometimes The Best Of All You've Got (definition poem)
Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month
Only The Choice To Be
When People Go
The Day You Left (Words From A Half-Remembered Dream)
Wake Wake Wake
It Is In The Rain
Dream Goblins Of The Night
Wake And Remember
Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business
In March (Finally, Spring 2016)
All For Algernon
Weak In The Knees
The Finisher's Song
Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose
I Long For Stars
Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star
So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)
Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down
Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years
If I Could Be The Sky...
It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)
With Words, I See A World I No Longer Fit In
Two Better Pasttimes. ( A Bit O' Rant)
All My Children ( CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO)
How I Think That About Every One...
Old Hunters Of The Fall
All In The Family (Family, What A Concept)
Call This Our Autumn
All Too Clearly Now
It Comes At Night
The Hot Seasons
Perhaps I Too, Was Frozen
You Are (I'm Here With You)
Joyce Will Soon Be Seventy-Something
Make (of) Me A Snow Angel
Oh What A Fall
From The Point Of A Star
If I Were Your Island....
Plain Speakin' (Lyrical Poem)
I Feel Fine(r)
It Is The Rain
Like a Small Child Tucked Into
I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness
Its Their Problem
the life and times of Medusa
For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)
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Name: Ramona Hughes
City: Burns Harbor
Message: Hi Melissa! I just wanted to say hello and to let you know that I still think of you all the time. I haven't written a letter in a while but I have been overwhelmed with family stuff. I hope that soon things will settle down some. . And Ill sit down and write a nice long letter! Hugs till then.. and keep up the great work here and in all your endeavors. Your Friend Ramona
Date Received: 2019-04-21 11:03:36