In this stunning poem on Agni Online, Joyce Peseroff muses about privilege and the gift of a single egg. Agni is one of my dream journals. I’ve yet to be published there, but back in the 80s received an encouraging hand-scrawled note from the founding editor, and more recently received one of my favorite rejections ever, stating “this is not our standard rejection.” One of these days…
O at the Edges 
Oh my–that is stunning. And if you have to be rejected. . . 😉
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Quite the poem! Well, we won’t mention the others… 😀
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I loved it, Bob! Thanks again for introducing me to another fabulous poet I hadn’t yet met! And I hope your Agni dream comes true 🤞
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Thanks, Lynne. Isn’t that a great poem? I’m not familiar with her poetry, but will become so. And Agni! Maybe someday.
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I will have to re-read and re-read “Egg.” Just the structure — the deceptively simple prose sentences, the lack of question marks, the uniform spacing — is powerful. Thanks, Bob! And one day you’ll be there, too; I know it.
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Quite the wonderful poem! If Agni happens, it happens. I send them something at least once a year. Persistence!
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