My poems “Self-Portrait as Hoot Owl,” “The Shadow Behind You” and “Self-Portrait as Compost” have been published in Issue 125 of Right Hand Pointing. Thank you to editors Dale Wisely, Laura M. Kaminski, F. John Sharp and José Angel Araguz for taking this trio.
Congrats!
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Thank you, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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Congratulations Bob. You are an inspiration.
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Ha! One word at a time…
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Congratulations, Robert. I particularly like “Self-Portrait as Hoot Owl.”
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There was this hoot owl outside my window…
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🙂
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A wonderful trio! Congrats, again!
“Beneath the surface find warmth…” Yes! It’s so life-limiting to fear and dismiss the parts of us that are necessarily dying toward renewal. “Self-Portrait as Compost” is such a deliciously vitalizing subversion: here is not the image of a self-loathing wraith that the title might lead us to expect, rather it is one of a fearless realist full of all the juicy, messy, fertile, resilient stuff that constitutes a life well-lived.
Bravo!
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I like compost – the way it transforms from unwanted scraps to something highly beneficial. And we’re all messy below the surface…
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Understatement of the century…
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Oh, yes.
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Excellent, Bob! And I REALLY like Self-Portrait As Compost!
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Thanks, Lynne. I’m so glad you like that one!
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Ok Robert, Congratulations !! (again), I’m on my way out to by a whole box of red wine, the one I’ve got left won’t be enough for the big party we’ll be having laterer on…. well done mate….
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And I’ll pick up another bottle of cava. Let’s celebrate!
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We certainly will my friend, never too old to enjoy a party… What are we celebrating… Cheers
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We’re celebrating Wednesday. And yesterday and tomorrow, and sunlight and clouds and the smell of the Indian Ocean and flaky croissants, and knowing too much and knowing too little and, of course, friends, wherever they may be.
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Sounds like a a wonderful party, I’ll bring some of my old vinyl, crank up the record player and dust off the the stylus, I’ve lost my cleaning cloth, have you got one there. I suppose the old beach towel will do.
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I’ll bring an eight-track!
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Oh wow, that’s impressive, hmmm, Woodstock, Crosby Stills, Nash and Young..
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Santana, Three Dog Night, Steppenwolf…
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Great, with wine 🍷 and nibbles, an excellent party is coming up
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Fantastic – all 3 – your self-portraits reflect close observation of “other” and finding “sameness” – bravo!
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Thanks, Jazz. I’ve always felt a little “otherly.” 🙂
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Fantastic! I went to the link, started reading, and couldn’t stop. Loved your three poems and look forward to more.
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Thank you, Lori. You’ve made my day.
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Great job!
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Thank you. Much appreciated.
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I love Self-portait as Hoot Owl. Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you do much!
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Congratulations once more
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Thank you, Derrick!
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Seems you are seeing your Self manifesting through other things quite a bit these days Bob. I get that. I talk to inanimate & animate things all the time, they’ll answer me one day.
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When my wife is out of town I can go days without speaking to another person. But there are trees and birds and insects. And rocks.
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