Murky Fruit

Not long ago at the corner of Ironic Avenue and Mary Jane Lane, I grew plump tuluberries with wiry roots secured deep underneath the muddy banks of Shasta Lake. Cream flowed from dangling taps nourishing with foam. Prayers welcomed blessed survival when life held some meaning beyond ticks on tricky balance sheets singed as leverage.

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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 5/24/2009 4:26:00 AM

John, Congratulations on your placement in the tribute to ee cummings contest. sweet a write did you (deep thinking for). By the way, my grandmother, one of my great grandmothers, and a cousin all were named Mary Jane. (I'm SMILING) Keep writing, Lovingly, Dane

Raul Moreno

Date: 5/22/2009 3:11:00 PM

John, congrats on your success in the contest...Raul

Sharon Winter

Date: 5/22/2009 2:13:00 PM

Warmest congrats John on your excellent and well deserved win! Love, Shar

Carrie Richards

Date: 5/22/2009 7:00:00 AM

So clever, and unusual....a wonderful poem and winner!!! Congratulations!

Brian Strand

Date: 5/22/2009 12:02:00 AM

Congrats on your success in Michele's contest John Rgds Brian

Raul Moreno

Date: 4/10/2009 1:34:00 PM

The master of elegant structure. You're portrayal of style shines brightly. In this clean image reflecting message and meaning. Compelling work my friend...Raul

L'Nass Shango

Date: 4/10/2009 10:48:00 AM

In the subterranean palcaes of the imagination, poems like these are seldom born ... and I do not read them lightly. Awesome write.

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 4/10/2009 10:35:00 AM

How well this provocative verse flows, John. I was smiling until I got to the line: "life held some meaning beyond ticks on tricky balance sheets." That's a compelling, and alarming thought! Happy Easter, John!