My odd poem “No Rain Will Fall” is up at Thirteen Myna Birds. Scroll down to read it. Thank you, Juliet Cook, for taking this poem.
My odd poem “No Rain Will Fall” is up at Thirteen Myna Birds. Scroll down to read it. Thank you, Juliet Cook, for taking this poem.
Nice, Bob. Like most dreams, becoming a memory you don’t remember having.
Congrats.
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One of those strange dreams in which I existed only as an observer.
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Glad that was just a dream! The knife a bit nightmarish … though the after sensations, like a floating away, are appealing.
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I occasionally have “movie dreams,” in which I observe but don’t take part in the action of the dreams. They’re always odd.
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Congratulations, Robert!
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Thanks, Merril. It’s fun to place these odd little poems that don’t fit in with most of my writing.
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