mmmm…. artichoke poetry i’ll express vulnerabilities as the rest has been torn away through a slow peeling as though dipped in a lemon butter sauce and pulled – each bite – slowly through the teeth filtering the meat from the leaf. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...