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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…
Susurrus 