My poem, “Letter from Kansas,” is up at Silver Birch Press as part of their “Me, at 17” Prose and Poetry Series.
O at the Edges
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My poem, “Letter from Kansas,” is up at Silver Birch Press as part of their “Me, at 17” Prose and Poetry Series.
O at the Edges 
Many many congratulations for the same… 🙂
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Thanks very much!
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Enjoyed your poem. The formative years are always special. Sounds like an interesting guitar! Dwight
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They are indeed, Dwight. That guitar is an embodied memory!
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My son has the Yamaha FG 180 that I purchased new in 1970! Lots of good memories!
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It’s hard to believe that I’ve been banging on that old guitar for more than 40 years.
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That’s Great!!
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Congratulations Robert! By the way, the two haiku I mentioned in my last blog post are now available. There’s a link on my site’s Poetry page if you’d like to read them.
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Thanks, Andrew. “The leaves change only to fall” is an exquisite line!
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You’re welcome, and thank you!
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Great work.
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Thank you!
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Loved this 😊
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Thank you, Lamarr. Much appreciated!
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My pleasure 😊
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Congrats, Bob.
As you’ve shown us here, there are no minor details in our youth.
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They seem to take on even greater significance as we age!
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Congratulations!
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Thank you, Mike.
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Wonderful. It doesn’t sound or feel like your current work. Goes to show you how much we progress or adapt as time goes by. I wish I captured more of my younger voice. I was just too unsure of myself then, I suppose.
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This was perhaps my first “real” poem, which was followed by many, many truly bad pieces. I was still far away from having an idea of what to do.
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Fascinating to know that you still have your old poems 🙂 May I know how to submit to Silver Birch Press? Thanks
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I have tossed out or lost many, too. The best way to receive submission calls from Silver Birch is to follow them on WordPress or Facebook or perhaps Twitter. They provide specific guidelines for submissions.
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Are you born in junction city Kansas? I was born there in the old geary County hospital. 1966
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Oh, no. I just lived nearby for a year.
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Fort Riley? Big red one?
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Yep. I attended K State that year, while living with my family on Fort Riley.
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I’m a big Wildcats fan. We live in Arizona, transplanted from Kansas and Massachusetts
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Congratulations!
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Thanks very much!
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I enjoyed this poem, especially the lines “What I wouldn’t give
for a deep draught of Pozzuoli’s
summer stench and the strong
yellow wine that Michele’s father
makes.”
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Thank you, Leslie. And I can still smell Pozzuoli and taste that wine, even after four decades!
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