My poem “Scarecrow Wonders” is live at Issue 49 of Tipton Poetry Journal. Many thanks to the editors 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 “Scarecrow Wonders” is live at Issue 49 of Tipton Poetry Journal. Many thanks to the editors for taking this piece.
O at the Edges 
All hail the rainbow body that is Scarecrow!
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Yes! I thought this might be the last Scarecrow poem to be published, but now there are two others. One never knows…
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Congrats!
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Thank you, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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Ah, but you are his voice… (thank goodness) (k)
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We seem to be in synch…
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Scarecrow may wonder, but he probably feels helpless in his inability to make a difference – except to those who understand his wisdom. Those with no reasoned purpose would be deaf to his words.
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Alas, sometimes words are all we have.
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Scarecrow sure has a way with words! (Lucky to have an ardent supporting scribe …)
I have a hunch we are all like Scarecrow in “this form of myself will erode” – all of us continually eroding, being re-stuffed – weathered by all matter of storms and rejuvenated by all matter of encounters.
Have just returned from NM, mingling with ravens. No visible scarecrows. Delightful to have this poem pop up!
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I’d love to see some ravens, but at least we have the local crows! And vultures. And boy, do I ever feel that erosion lately.
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