My poem “We Do What We Must” is live at Third Wednesday. I am grateful to editor David Jibson for taking this piece, and to Plain Jane for providing the title in last fall’s mini-fundraiser for Brick Street Poetry.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
Bob, I love this one!
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Thanks, Charlotte! I should do more fundraisers, because they’re so productive. And fun.
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Well done, Bob. Congratulations.
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Thanks, Ken, as always!
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Congratulations, Bob! I enjoyed the poem.
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Thank you, Liz. Ah, dishes and language, language and dishes…
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You’re welcome, Bob.
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Congratulations!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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We are all mongers it seems. Congratulations! (K)
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I certainly am! Not just genetically, but also culturally!
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I see the tablet changed mongrels to mongers. An interesting substitute.
I was raised to ignore my various genetic branches, and I early on rejected Christianity, so I have no real cultural identity at all. Hopelessly American, I guess.
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I don’t really have much of a sense of the German and Irish culture in my family’s past, other than I’ll happily drink beer when the occasion calls for it. The Japanese influence is filtered through the lens of an outsider, as is very much the case. We are what we are.
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Yes.
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I enjoyed your poem
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Thank you.
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with pleasure dear
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