My poem, “Awake, I Listen to My Bones Argue” is live at the Amsterdam Review. Many thanks to editors Daniel and Priscilla for taking this sonnet, which was written before my cancer diagnosis.
Poem Up at Amsterdam Review
O at the Edges
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O at the Edges 
Congrats, Bob.
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Thanks, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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Congratulations, Bob! Clicking over to read the poem.
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Thanks, Liz!
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You’re welcome, Bob!
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Night seems to enhance those altercations….congratulations! (K)
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Oh, yes. The poem was drafted before my diagnosis. Little did I know what caused some of the pain.
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A better capture I’ve not read. What hath pinky to do with lumbar?
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Ha! Everything is connected!
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wow, Bob! Really good – and congratulations!
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Thank you, Lynne. I was really pleased with this placement.
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Painfully evocative
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Oh, yes. Thank you, Derrick.
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This is an excellent poem Robert!
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Can I reblog it?
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Yes, of course. I would be honored.
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Thank you!
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You are very welcome, Kim. And thank you!
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Thank you, Kim!
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”Every night’s an arthritic, pissed off bird”
I will be pondering this line for the next couple of decades. Terrific poem! The image here is perfection.
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I had fun with the poem. I do so love playing with the sonnet form.
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“The joke they conceal” gave me a supernatural shudder, knowing when this was written. Clairvoyance aside, it is such a good poem, and all too relatable as I’m attempting to prevent future (further) damage by strength training now (in a word, ouch). Congrats on the publication!
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I was undergoing physical therapy at the time, but alas my Swiss-cheesed bones did not, of course, respond. Thank the gods for chemotherapy and immunotherapy.
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Congrats on the acceptance, Robert! The title hit home before even reading the piece. Got bad news of a medical crisis within the family today.
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Admire that enjambment of “refer/ring” in that one.
Oddly I was up until near 4 a.m. last night and finally closed out of catching up on followed blogs just before I would have read this one.
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