An intersect of Art and Authors
A suggestion a day from the Williamsburg Regional Library
A group of writers that come together The Last Sunday of every month to write and talk writing
about the craft and business of fiction
A group of writers that come together The Last Sunday of every month to write and talk writing
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You capture the “angst” and nervousness so well-and I too, love the last two lines and the questions. Sooo well done!
You have so eloquently put words to those dreaded feelings brought upon by these reunions. Nicely done!
whose voice is today in the black and white of his writing.
Hey Robbers:
Yes, you can wear a badge and smile but your true identity is already nestled here in your words. Oh my dear I can just picture you “reunioning,” smiling and
furtively searching for identification signs. We are all the same. Your poem is a delicious admission and full of images of that young Rob that is the young in all of us as well. Thanks Rob for the honesty. M.R.
My favorite lines are the last two:
“My friends from forty years ago
Have been in my life all this time.”
A touchstone poem, Rob.