A handful of my poems have been published since January, and in the grip of my illness I did not properly acknowledge the publications. I hope to make up for this, at least in part, by providing links to these journals.
My poems “Another Night at the Breach,” “At World’s Edge,” and “Cactus Needle” were published at The Globe Review this past spring. I am grateful to editor Blanka Pillar for taking these pieces.
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Love these meditative poems – succinct, lyrical, the voice in them one I could happily listen to/read many times. Congrats again, Bob!
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Ah, Lynne! The greatest compliment. Thank you! 🙏🏼
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You’re so welcome!
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Congratulations, Robert!
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Thank you, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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I was moved by all three of these poems. Congratulations on their well-deserved publication.
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Thank you, Liz. As always, I am grateful that my poems caught an editor’s eye.
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You’re welcome, Bob. I know just what you mean.
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congrats, Robert –
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Thank you, Beth.
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These are chilling poems, Bob, especially the first one. Just gorgeous.
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Thank you, Luanne. The first one reflects a different situation, a different life.
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Yes, and it’s a great poem.
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“conscious of the plan never followed”–I can so identify with that. There is a wonderful delicacy to all three. Congratulations! (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe. The best laid plans, and all that…
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Congratulation on three more good poems, Bob. I really liked the first one, too
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Three splendid poems again, Robert. ‘Another Night at the Breach’ was a clear favourite.
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Thank you, Mick. That seems to be a popular pick.
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Ah, sometimes it’s good to be amongst the majority.
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Ha! Yes, it is!
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With my bad eyesight, I read that first poem many are responding to as “Another Night at the BEACH.” As I first read it, I was seeing raccoons fighting over tide-rippled pebbles interrupting Matthew Arnold mansplaining fate to his sweetie on a beach at Dover. Oh well, turns out that was another, not-existing, poem. 🙂
Congratulations on these fine, existing, poems and being a now-existing poet.
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Ha!!That poem should be written. And thanks, Frank. It’s good to exist!
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All 3 register as reflections on aging … steady increase in curiosity about what’s ahead, steady decline in specific goals. Love your line “sipping coffee, wondering”!
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Most of my goals are rather mundane these days, though I still spend an inordinate amount of time sipping coffee, wondering. 😀
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