I’m delighted that my poem “My Mother’s Ghost Scrubs the Floor at 2 a.m.” has been published in a special double issue of The Indianapolis Review featuring the work of Indianapolis based writers and artists. There’s also a recording.
So it’s official: I am now an Indiana poet! Many thanks to editor Natalie Solmer for accepting this piece.
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Congrats!
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Thank you, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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Congratulations!
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Thanks, Merril. I’ll always be a Texan, but it’s especially nice to be welcomed to another region!
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It is. I lived in Dallas when I was a child, but I was never a Texan.
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I’m wondering how leaving Texas will affect my writing. I know that it will, but to what extent remains a question.
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Leaving what is familiar and coming to reside in a place so radically different? It will be nothing but GREAT for your poetry…”the sleeper must awaken.”
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“Without change, something sleeps inside us…”
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You can always trust the scripts of David Lynch or novels of Frank Herbert to contain some little quotable gem!
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Oh, yeah.
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Congratulations!!
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Thank you, Bonnie. Much appreciated.
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Congratulations – great start and nice welcome in a new place!
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Thanks, Lynne. I’m thrilled to be included! And yes, a great welcome.
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wonderful! congrats
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Thank you very much, Jennifer!
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Congrats! So cool
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Thanks very much, Kevin.
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Good timing for Halloween week … a great recording …
Indiana is blessed to have some small claim to you, Robert!
This is eerily identifiable … especially given my frequent nights unable to sleep due to leg pain! I’ve not yet found any ghosts at work on my dirty floors … One particular line, if I let it play with my brain a while, could very well conjure a ghost: “We’ve long splashed through that puddle of contention” … some contentions refuse to resolve even when (especially when?) the other is no longer perpetrating.
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Thank you, Jazz. I’m thrilled to have been included in the publication. It is true in my experience that some contentions refuse to resolve; they just exist, and we accept or reject what that implies.
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Congratulations! I like that you celebrating this.
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Thank you. I’m thrilled to have a poem included in this special issue!
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Bravo!
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Thanks, Ken. I’m truly pleased with this acceptance. It’s nice to be part of a community.
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I never thought the word ‘swiffer’ could be so poignant… And congratulations — the Midwestern life is looking promising so far!
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Thanks, Sunshine. So far I’m enjoying the Midwest.
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Congratulations to my fellow Hoosier!
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Thank you, Laura. I feel very much at home here. 🙂
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Congratulations, Robert. And what a fine poem it is.
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Thank you, Robert!
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A powerful reflection, I can see you in that moment, a thousand yard stare upon your visage, I can taste the miso. Sublime!
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Thank you, Kevin. I’m so pleased it had that effect on you.
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We carry our ancestors with us wherever we go.
Congratulations!
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Thanks, Kerfe. They do weigh us down at times, but there are also those days when they lend us wings.
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I couldn’t have said it better.
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