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Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star
It Feels Better To Be Unfinished (Wish-Unspoken, But With My Eyes)
Oh What A Fall
Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home
The Hot Seasons
Perhaps I Too, Was Frozen
You Are (I'm Here With You)
Joyce Will Soon Be Seventy-Something
All Too Clearly Now
So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)
Last In Class
If This Is Any Art For Which You Care
Its About Waking In The Middle Of The Night And Having To Write It All Down
I Long For Stars
From The Point Of A Star
Someone Send Out A Search Party
This Is It
If I Were Your Island....
Plain Speakin' (Lyrical Poem)
All Beings Considered
It Is The Rain
Like a Small Child Tucked Into
I Talk To A Machine In My Darkness
Its Their Problem
Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years
the life and times of Medusa
Max on the max
Your Next New Dying Black Swan
For the Years of Dancing (Dance Hall Days Gone)
Make (of) Me A Snow Angel
Someone Burned The Trees
Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity
I Feel Fine(r)
Try To Have A Good Night
Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)
A Promise Is
STRAIGHT FROM MY TILT-A-WORLD (legal copyright Melissa A Howells 6/13/2018 10:01am PST time/date stamped)
A Little Bad Romance
I See A World
Where None Should Grow
Live And Let Live
I'm An Old Bad Dog Barking At The Rain
Romance For The Unrefined Mind...
Dog Lives Are Shorter
Now Is My Season
The Metaphor That Keeps On Giving...
Hunger (Whose Is It?)
Live Your Life The Best You Can Within Your Own Follicles
What It Means To Go Missing
This Is Your New Portland Now
For You Who Knows The Rain
The Seven Billion
Preschool Presence of Mind
Have You Ever Been Blue (self talk of encouragement)
What Truth There Is When You See It (Maybe I'm A Man...)
transaction and interchange
Throne Of Stars
Love A Cat
In The Winter Park
And Even Stars Die
Time Does Not Recognize Me
Some Women/Some Woman
what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)
Laughing Maid (They Called Me)
I Am Time
The Light Goes On In The Attic (WeAll Have Addictons)
Little Water Bug ( learning the lesson of true pain)
Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted
Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know
Snow Is A Softening Of The Rain
And With Words I Let Them Go
Used to Think I Could Fix Them.
Into The Swirling Sea Of White.
Life's A Candle
(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)
Mrs. Stine, Isn't It Time?
Woman Of A Certain Age
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I make no mistakes when I'm writing, in that I sayand write exactly what I mean to say.
My writing doesn't come with a disclaimer.
Creativity doesn't and shouldn't.
I'm not interested in pleasing everyone, all of the time. That's an implausibility.
If you're not offending someone part of the time, perhaps you are not a writer or a poet.
My work is vital. Full of life and filled with my life. My way of seeing.
I am in that moment , those details that I write and aptly describe..., and in all the poetry that you read here.