My poem “In Another Life” is live at The Imagist. Many thanks to editor Holly Ponce and The Imagist team for taking this piece.
O at the Edges
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My poem “In Another Life” is live at The Imagist. Many thanks to editor Holly Ponce and The Imagist team for taking this piece.
O at the Edges 
I like the feeling of suspension, of between the worlds, in this piece – the gate neither open nor closed, as you say. And I feel the poignancy of the last lines. Congrats, Bob!
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Well said, Lynn! I felt the same way.
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The move to Indiana from Texas was a radical shift for me, but ultimately what mattered most was not the place, but the person I was with. 🙂
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I totally get that!💜
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Congratulations, Robert.
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Thanks, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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Congratulations, Bob! Heading over to read.
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Thanks, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Bob.
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I was thinking the same thing about that gate (or call it a threshold) this morning. Congratulations! (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe. Indiana and Indianapolis are still mysteries to me. The pandemic followed by my illness really affected my interactions.
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I think the pandemic is a clear dividing line of something or for something…I can’t quite figure it out myself.
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Yes, there’s definitely a before and after. The line may shift a bit, but it’s there.
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Wonderful. I love liminal things. Or as a character says in a book I read, interstitial.
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Thanks, Rob. What book?
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All Tomorrow’s Parties, Gibson. Sequel to Idoru. Wonderful stories.
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Somehow I’ve missed out on Gibson. But I knew someone who played poker with Bruce Sterling. Ha!
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He’s poetic, for sure. Whole nother level science fiction writer.
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Stong images in that poem Robert.
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Thanks very much, Frank.
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As winter makes way for spring, your beautiful words paint a poignant picture…
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Thank you! I eagerly await spring’s arrival!
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