My poem “The Most Intimate” is live at Poetry Breakfast. Thank you, Ann Kestner, for taking this piece.
O at the Edges
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My poem “The Most Intimate” is live at Poetry Breakfast. Thank you, Ann Kestner, for taking this piece.
O at the Edges 
“the utterances of the planets/caught in the gravity/of their own situations” – how far-reachingly clever, Bob! And congrats!
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Thanks, Lynne. I seem to be preoccupied with gravitational pull these days… 🙂
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I saw this first on Poetry Breakfast (w/o image) and wondered what sort of image you would pair to both the serenity of the opening stanza and the chaotic sense of what follows. Laughed when I saw your full-garbage-can choice! But of course – garbage the ideal metaphor, truly a reflection of our human tendencies to overdo a good thing, shifting good-in-contrast-to-without to “turned full” (overflowing, even, per your image).
There is some serenity (in the eye of the beholder) to the garbage can … knowing the gunk is not spread all over the surroundings … so long as one stops viewing before the mind leaps to landfills …
Quite a poem. And by-the-way, the world is nowhere NEAR too full of Okaji poems!
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Garbage speaks to me. Ha! And thanks, Jazz. I’ll keep trying to litter the poetic landscape with poetry.
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Congrats!
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Thank you, Andrew!
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You’re welcome.
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I could have that poem for breakfast every day. Thank you!
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With a side of bacon and a croissant!
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Congratulations, Bob.
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Thanks, Ken. It’s always fun.
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