My poem “Nebraska” is live at ONE ART: a journal of poetry. Many thanks to editor Mark Danowsky for taking this piece.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
My poem “Nebraska” is live at ONE ART: a journal of poetry. Many thanks to editor Mark Danowsky for taking this piece.
O at the Edges 
Congrats!
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Thanks, Andrew. Much appreciated.
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You’re welcome.
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I like this one a lot, Bob, but I also respect so much how hard you work at your craft!
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Thank you, Dan. The reward is in the writing. And then occasionally someone reads the thing! 🙂
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“those broken-feathered regrets pinned under glass” – wow!
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Thank you, Leslie. I’m so pleased that the line resonated for you.
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Poetic minds tune right into the rhythms of road trips! This one makes me eager to get back “out there” – physically and poetically. Fantastic that your poems are traveling via so many journals!
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Alas, lately my road trips have been mostly limited to quick jaunts to grocery or hardware stores. But someday!
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OK, will take you along in my mind – Stephanie too – we are headed for the dark skies of South Llano River State Park for a few nights, to be there for the Solstice viewing of Jupiter & Saturn doing their very rare conjunction. (A cool hardware store nearby … for daytime “viewing”)
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I have my fingers crossed for clear skies! I’d love to stop in at Cooper’s, to pick up a ton of barbecue. Mmmmmmmm!
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An outstanding piece of love, nature, and life, connected by a tasty little seed grain…
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Thank you, Ivor. It was a fun and essential trip. I’ve never seen so much grain!
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The north-west of Victoria is our wheat belt, a land grain 🌾😊
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I said this there too, but I am going to be thinking about dreaming about corn that is not just corn all day. There is a lilting subversion in this piece that I love.
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Thanks, Chris. Sometimes a cornfield is just a cornfield, but sometimes it’s much more. That drive across the country was something to remember!
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Congrats!!!
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