My poem, “Vigilance,” is live at Sontag Mag. Many thanks to editor Asheley Nova Navarro for taking this piece, another in my series of hendecasyllabic poems.
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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Thanks, Ken. I hope you’re feeling good.
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I’m feeling fine but waiting on the doctors’ next move. A liver infection is holding up my gallbladder surgery. The thought is to drain the infection. I’ll have a laparoscopic map on my torso by the time all of this is done.
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Our house is a “No Bobsicle” zone. I make the rules.
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I understand and I shall obey! 🥰
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Another good one, Bob – congrats!
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Thanks, Lynne. They’re slowly finding homes. 🙂
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I’m so happy about that!
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My acceptance rate has been higher lately. Dunno why. Probably a mix of luck and timing. But I’ll take it! 🙂
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Yes, take it and flaunt it!💙We enjoy the ride with you😊
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Congratulations on the publication of your powerful poem, Bob.
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Bob.
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Congratulations, Robert.
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Thanks, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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Congrats! You always catch the essence of what hovers between. Indeed, how will we know, or even recognize, who or what this is that keeps shadowing us without ever once showing his hand? (K)
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As ever, I’m curious.
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Very moving poem Robert.
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Thank you, Frank.
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