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(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME
I Long For Stars
Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home
3/2/21 --We Are Not Statistics On The Evening News....(possible title for actuarial recital we hear on the evening news...)
All Beings Considered
If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak
21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...
Preferring The Stars. (After College)
So Glad I Met You
A Man Called Tsuris
MOLECULES
The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)
WE SHARE... (FOR MY FRIEND FROM HUNGARY)
FOR MY NEW HUNGARIAN FRIEND ACROSS THE WORLD
A Sentient Question (for my Hungarian Friend)
February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...
This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..
Only Yesterday (For T.J..)
WHAT CHIRPLESS CRICKETS MAY PREDICT (IN HORROR MOVIES--DREAM POEM)
Max on the max
Ramada
After Wide Sargasso Sea
The Differences
No Broom Could Chase Me.
Great Spirit
Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)
The Off Brand
Out On The Street
Taking Up Alley Living
Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)
Liminality
YOU DO NOT GROW OLD
I Came From Water
Every One of Us Has a Door....
The House Is Alive
THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH
THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER
UNDECIDED
THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...
To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead
I Need To Fly
Burying the Dark
Knock, Then Come Through
Being Ourselves...
Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night
Uncovered
The Blue Buffalo
Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout
Not Someone's Grand Illusion
Wisdom of the Infinite
The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall
THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES
Patch-Worked Trilogy
I Turn Forward
The Storm
Prairie Town Progress
Beyond Door Number Three
And Then It Wasn't Hard To Be Eight Years Old
Elise, Elise
A Bird, A Fly, A Cripple (Pity Poem?)
The Make-Up of Molecules
HOW
Haiku's In Triplicate
THERE WILL BE MORE ...
EVENTUALLY...
The Change In The Change(s)
At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions
Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy
EXPECT COMPLICATIONS
A New Clear
What Exactly Comes Next?
Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils
morning thoughts (begin again)
Encounter Before Dawn
Somtimes in Surrender
The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)
Shedding Your Skin
On the Wings Of A Bird
My Heart Knows Him Still ( For TLP)
NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)
WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children
Not My Season
Belle Du Jovan
The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box
The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)
The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past
A Man Of The Clouds
Sometimes In Losing I Have Gained A Lot
Informed Through Pain
Shrine
Silver-Tongued Devil
I Will Return
TONIGHT
Expect Yourself
When My Blues Are Gone
The Factory of Resentments
They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)
Didn't You Learn That First Lesson In Kindergarten?
Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro
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