My poem “Letter to Schwaner from the Toad-Swallowed Moon” has been published at The Hamilton Stone Review. Much gratitude to editor Roger Mitchell for taking this piece.
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Another great one, Robert. I’m off to read it again. I love the imagery of the incision, of the moon spilling out, in the form of a letter — a beautiful flow of imagery and sentiment in a conversation form. And great ending… So good.
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Thanks, Sabrina. I enjoy writing these letter poems, as they demand a certain expansiveness that I ordinarily avoid. 🙂
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Wow, Sir Robert! Congratulations on this lovely placement.
Is it quite another thing to have an eclipse in one’s belly, as opposed to a fire? I imagine Monsieur Schwaner will be blessed to get the firsthand scoop in a tenable language someday when you twain shall meet in the as-yet-unknown country — I wouldn’t call it entirely impossible, as I’ve seen with my own eyes what a toad’s capable of, though I admit I didn’t understand its croaks — and work up a worthy thirst! 😁 Bravo!
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Thank you, Ms. H. I have worked up a powerful thirst today, but Monsieur Schwaner is nowhere in sight.
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Hi. I nominated you for the mystery blogger award. Do check out my post to know more about it
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If it’s an eclipse, then it’s definitely a full moon, so hopefully Jeff will fill us in with a #fullmoonsocial, including details of the Okajimoon encounter, toast shared, etc.
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Yes, we would all enjoy that!
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We should not wait for a country that doesn’t exist or isn’t known. And there’s plenty of wine on this continent, sir. Let’s make it happen! I could expand my two-city worldwide book tour for Wind Intervals to Texas, maybe…or when YOUR book comes out — soon, right? — you could visit the legendary Black Swan bookstore here in Staunton, with wine beforehand at the Yelping Dog just a few doors down the street…
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One of these days I’ll make a pilgrimage to Virginia. My one-city world-wide tour for my first book was such a success (sold 4 books), that I must expand! And wine – yes!
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It’s a matter of economics, then. I have at least four family members who I will make buy the book, so you’re already guaranteed a winning tour.
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Well, okay then!
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Congratulations!
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Thanks very much!
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Great job Bob! If you drink all that wine you will have more than radiance coming through your incision!!
Dwight
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I’m willing to risk it, Dwight!
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Congratulations!
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Thank you, Lesly.
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