The Zoom Saloon was so much fun! If you’re inclined to respond to our poems, please do so in the comments here or at Prairiepomes.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
A very enjoyable event!!
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It was great fun, Liz. So glad you could attend.
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I really appreciate being included in this event. I wasn’t well prepared and my Zoom didn’t seem to be working. I switched toy wife’s laptop and was there the rest of the way. Loved the energy and the voices of you and Stephanie.
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I’m grateful to have been invited to read. One year ago today, I lost my voice. I didn’t know at the time that it was a symptom of my undiagnosed lung cancer. I’m just glad that the voice has returned!
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Glad to see you hanging in there! Your poetry is deep. I’ve been following you since 2014 and still have to work to get the subtle nuances you hang your visions on. The insights are well worth the effort.
I used to be poet compadre with Danial Paul Marshall, who seems to have gone to the far side. I miss his poetry.
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Good to hear from you. It’s been a while. I, too, miss Daniel’s poetry. He’s one of the most original, talented poets I’ve ever encountered.
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Literally two days ago, I was thinking about Daniel and said, “He’s faded into the Ontology…” I hope he becomes objectively oriented toward us ding-dongs again sometime soon.
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The “ontology”. I like the way you put that. It fits.
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Don Perkins responded to our ghazals. And what an inspired piece it is!
Mustanged Ghazal for/from Bob and Anna Marie
It’s sometimes funny, and sometimes it’s not,the phantoms that swim up from memory’s murk.
A dangerous thing, that dream of powerborn from falsehoods escaping memory’s murk.
Drop everything for joy,* a blessing savedand consumed like breath from memory’s murk.
Return to rituals we were to the night;Shake loose, dance to tunes from memory’s murk.
Describe yourself in colors named in songs,And mixed from pigments aswirl in memory’s murk.
Stumble, poefying down the path of life,**,Bemused by the sun and memory’s murk.
Don Perkins 11 Feb 2024
Acknowledgements: Bob Okaji; Anna Marie Sewell; * Shawna Lemay, “Finding Your Joy,” Transactions with Beauty, 3 Feb 2024;
** Anna Marie Sewell, email 10 Feb 2024.
Thank you, Don!
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