My poem “Dreaming That My Legs Won’t Move, I Think of Debts” is up at Mason Street Review’s Community Room Page. I’m grateful to the Newark Public Library and the editors of Mason Street for taking this piece.
My poem “Dreaming That My Legs Won’t Move, I Think of Debts” is up at Mason Street Review’s Community Room Page. I’m grateful to the Newark Public Library and the editors of Mason Street for taking this piece.
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Thank you, Beth. It’s always a pleasure.
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Congratulations!
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Thanks very much, Merril.
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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, Andrew. It’s nice to receive validation on occasion.
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nice!
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Thank you very much, Chris.
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Well done, Bob. Congratulations.
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“And all of our losses, fallen like acorns to be gathered and buried for safe keeping in the hours
when laughter fails and eyes close…” How do you know such things? This is EXACTLY how I fall asleep every night, ignorant of/ignoring the acorns until the pile cannot be ignored any longer when sleep opens the door to their larder. I hate having to “eat” them at night, I’m prone to being upset by them more than constructively using them to fuel my improvement. As always you are the Ascended Master and I remain your student…
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It may be when my best work is accomplished, in that place between sleep and not-sleep.
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I am in that place between sleep and not-sleep right now… jet lag!
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Ouch. Jet lag! It never seems to improve my work.
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Congratulations. This is a beautiful piece.
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Thank you, Linda!
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Oh, my – “What blurs / yesterday more than tomorrow?” fascinates (and intimidates!) … reading this after wracking my brain looking for something “put in a good place” on a very recent yesterday. No clues today, and reading this I conclude I might as well abandon thoughts of the location coming into focus tomorrow.
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I call them “secret hiding places,” because they’re apparently secrets to (from?) me. 🙂
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