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I Found the Poets
I found the poetsscattered amongst the sparkling grass of acid induced reflections I found the poetsbellowing from misty rooftops over San Francisco alleyways I found the poetsriding ragged and sweaty on Greyhounds across America,bloodshot eyes dripping down the window greedily pressed to the glass in ravishment of the passing scene I found the poetsresiding between…
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Gone To Pot
the artichoke once grew fiercely along the garden’s edgepossessive roots spread through theclay-like soil of an ancient river bed,it’s many hearts boldly reaching for the sun –in autumn’s birth, those leftput on a magical show, vibrant purple explosionsdecorating frosty green limbsa last stand before winter’s sleepand the promise of return.But even the artichoke could not…
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The Mona Lisa Doesn’t Impress Me:
a poem to potentially, but unintentionally, anger a crowd at a museum fundraiser I once wrote a poem while driving,notebook in lap, barreling down a night-infused highway, scribblingfrantically on what I hoped wasthe paper – I couldn’t seebut the flames of inspiration ragedinside me, fueled by what I had justwitnessed on the big screen; the story…
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Virginia, If Only
Virginia Woolf once wrote, “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” The monotony of days came riding back upon a plague.Stories and poems sit, unwritten, on broken doorsteps.I struggle to catch a glimpse as I pass but a child’s voice calls Mama away I revel in this…
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We Are Volcanoes
“We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.” – Ursula K. Le Guin I was told once that I ‘take up space’as if I were an old leather sofa stampedwith the age of time, stashed away in the corner, reluctant memories clinging to…
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Kintsugi
“gold joining” Japanese art form using gold, silver or bronze to join broken pieces of pottery; treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise Like veterans home from a brutal war we seek each other out,because ours is a truth that few understand; what it feels like to…
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