Soon there will be no more good lines left for the rest of us, because Jeff Schwaner is taking them all! Be sure to read Conversations (II) and (III), and if you haven’t read his Mei Yao-Ch’en sequence, what are you waiting for?
Conversations (I)
I have to learn quiet again,
I told the yellow grass
By the library’s stone wall.
The sun shimmered,
Not understanding. November
Shrugged and disrobed.
O at the Edges 
I see what you mean. 🙂 Beautiful poetry. 🙂
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Oh, yeah. Jeff is fantastic.
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That he is. 🙂
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fortunate for us he seems to write short poems, so we can maybe harvest a few before he’s done
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I’ll settle for a few discards.
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Each word seems like its written in gold! Beautiful!
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Jeff has mastered the art.
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Man, visiting this blog is wicked awesome for my ego!
Thanks Robert. Since I got Leonard to visit all the way from Turkey, I now need to convince you to come to Virginia for dinner and a drink. There are some awesome micro-breweries here, too, my friend. As well as St Brigid Press on the mountain…
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Virginia is very tempting, especially if I can fit a conference or reading or micro-brewery into the trip. One of these days!
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You know there’s a HUUUGE poetry festival at Bridgewater College just up the road from me, in January. They are still accepting applications for poets to read. It’s mostly poet-attended but tons of fun. I’ll be there, assuming they let me in again.
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I’d actually considered attending the Bridgewater festival, but the timing was a bit off for me this year. But other opportunities may pop up over the course of the year.
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