My poem “Upon discovering that my cat moves through multiple worlds leaving a trail of tumbled objects in significant patterns” is live at Panoply. Of particular note in this issue is an in-titled poem by Stephanie L. Harper (in-titled poems are composed exclusively of the letters appearing in the title) which happens also to be a Petrarchan sonnet. The level of masochism required to produce such a poem is, well, high, to say the least. But then she married me, so… Many thanks to editors Andrea, Clara, and Jeff for taking this poem, and to Sun Hesper Jansen for providing the title during a fundraiser several years ago.
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I’m honored to be in the same edition as you. (And, yes, Stephanie is obviously a masochist. I saw her In-Title piece at Heretics, Lovers & Madmen and thought about trying it but then thought better.)
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You are very generous, Bartholomew. The tenacity required to produce an in-titled poem eludes me, and then she used the sonnet form!
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Well done, Robert! It’s good seeing your work again.
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Thank you, Barbara.
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Congratulations!
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Thanks, Andrew!
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You’re welcome, Robert.
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The cat rules the roost, eh?
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There is no doubt!
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As always, great connections filtered through close observation. Congratulations to both of you! (K)
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That is a cat for you. Congratulations to both you and your wife
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It is indeed, Derrick. Thank you!
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Enjoyed this poem, Bob. You fortunate man, to have such a cat in your life, keeping your attention moving! My life would have been far poorer without feline company.
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Lyra is my first cat. I don’t know how I lived so long without a feline overlord! She’s so full of, well, catness, and provides much laughter and joy in our lives. 😸
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My Puff — she’s about to be 16 — rarely refuses to lie on my chest at night and purr, a soothing rumble compress for whatever wounds the day has inflicted. (Of course, I’m feeding her raw food five times a day while you’re sautéing Lyra’s salmon, so we’re also doing our part. :))
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Aw! There’s no better salve than kitty purrs.
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The fact of a purr is the most convincing evidence I have for the existence of a caring God.
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You’ll hear no argument from me!
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Only a true cat owner could write this, or understand this. String theory begins with cats.
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So true. And Lyra loves her string.
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““Reh eh,” the cat says. “Feed me.” My responsibilities are many. I must smooth / the secondary blanket, and put away the dishes. I must recharge the flopping” 💞
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All cats are poems 🤓 💖
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Yes! Sometimes approachable and direct, sometimes lyrical or formal, but always surprising (in the best way).
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I just do what I’m told…
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a very poetic cat.
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In her younger days she spent much time lurking among the poetry books!
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