My poems “French for Bread” and “The Way of All Poets” are live at Eclectica Magazine. Thank you, Christine Potter, for taking these two.
Poems Up at Eclectica
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
I love both these poems, macabre humor, wordplay, reflection. “At least I hope not”…me too. So good to see your name in my inbox. xo
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Thanks, Alison. I enjoyed writing them both, and was glad to finally place them in a good home!
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Congratulations, Bob! Clicking over to read the poems.
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Thank you, Liz!
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You’re welcome, Bob!
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These are wonderful Bob. A permanent vacation does indeed have its appeal. It’s amazing what language can do to avoid the obvious. (K)
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There’s nothing like a good (or bad, for that matter) euphemism. 🤓
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I agree completely.
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I learned things form these poems, especially the second one. Well-penned, Bob!
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Thanks very much, Barbara.
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You’re welcome, Bob!
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I so love both these poems! You have a seductive way with words, Bob, even on the heaviest subjects💜 – and congrats!
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I enjoyed writing them, Lynne. I was in a great deal of pain, and writing in response to it helped.
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I’m sorry you were in such pain but I can imagine that writing did really help – it’s what I would have done too.
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Two perfect evocations, Bob
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Thank you, Derrick.
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It is not easy to talk about death, but if you cannot talk about it to friends, who else can you? We have had many losses these last years, haven’t we? I have tried to talk about it honestly as you are here, but always a bit obscured and fogged. You don’t fog the lens and I expect no less from your words.
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We’ve reached that age at which the losses keep piling up. A recent one struck me particularly hard. But we go on…
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me too
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