My poem “True Name” is up at boats against the current. I am grateful to editor-in-chief McKenna Themm for taking this piece.
O at the Edges
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My poem “True Name” is up at boats against the current. I am grateful to editor-in-chief McKenna Themm for taking this piece.
O at the Edges 
I love the poem!
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Thank you, Liz. I had a long relationship with several oak trees…
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You’re welcome, Bob.
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Congrats!
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Thanks, Beth. Much appreciated.
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Good work!
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Thank you, Andrew. Much appreciated.
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Congratulations!
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Thanks very much, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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Congratulations, Bob.
I appreciate that you are able to have a civil conversation (albeit one-sided) with an oak tree. Mine consist of curses with their pollen, which has plagued me since I moved to Missouri. Give me a maple, any day. 😉
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Thanks, Ken. Well, junipers and I are another story…
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Intriguing. I have one-sided conversations with the remaining stump of the enormous live oak that had to be taken down due to far-progressed oak wilt. So close to street it posed a real possibility of liability if a strong wind blew it toward a passing vehicle. Now it sprouts beautiful green leaves in defiance. Too busy growing leaves to respond to my various questions and appeasements I suppose. The tree guys thought probably about 500 years old when cut last year.
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I’ve not yet established relationships with any of the trees here, but those take time. And tree time is much different from people time. 🙂
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