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Interesting that absurd is highlighted…(K)
Yes, I noticed that. No idea how that happened.
I’ve just seen that the Polaris Book is on Amazon and looked at the contributors. We’re both in it! I’m pleased about that. I wasn’t even aware it was one of these moon shot anthologies when I sent in a poem.
I just looked too. I knew Manja was in there because she sent me an email, but I’m glad you are as well. I also saw Ingrid.
I saw Ingrid too. It’s so long (a year) since I sent that poem in, I can’t even remember what it was.
Me too. I have no idea.
We both had hope with wings, the bees and the blossoms. Both poems are about cycles too, yours the cycle of time, the stars and the earth, and mine the closer to home cycles of winter death and spring birth.
I didn’t use absurd though.
You didn’t need to. You stitched it.