My poems, “Exile” and “Sleepless” are live at the fist issue of Pineberry Literary Journal. Many thanks to the editorial team for taking these pieces.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
Congratulations, Bob!
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Bob.
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Congrats again, Bob! And I love the sound of pages turning when I went to your poems!
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Thanks, Lynne. Ah, technology. I wonder when they’ll crack the digital smell code. 😁
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This are both wonderful. Dry, not quite dark, maybe a sense of being resolved. Maybe waiting for something.
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Thanks, Rob. Always waiting!
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Congrats, Robert.
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Thanks, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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“Sleepless” grabbed me. Now if I catch up just a bit more with my followed blogs…..
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That doesn’t generally help me. Ha!
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Congratulations, Bob.
I find connection in both of these, especially “Sleepless.” This posted while I was granted the luxury of an adjustable bed, the only consolation for nights of nurses poking and prodding me. Fortunately, my corners held fewer shadows than what you are facing.
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I was lucky with my recent hospitalization. The accommodations were excellent—the bed was comfortable, and the room even included a pull-out bed for visitors. A first for me.
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