I too ventured to Boxcar to read your poem. Sam, such power and eloquence in your voice! Your blog writing has unearthed many thoughts for me as well...
[I left a comment in another post that might not track back to me. I think I figured out how to be who I am. :)]
Sam Rasnake, a sardonic twist of fate, is a pathetic excuse for a poet who once dreamed he was a human who dreamed he was a teacher who thought he could play guitar. Along the way - a soul-mate, two children - one collection, Necessary Motions; three chapbooks, Religions of the Blood, Lessons in Morphology, and Inside a Broken Clock. He even thinks he edits a magazine - Blue Fifth Review.
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Sam, I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your poem in Boxcar Poetry Review.
Thanks for the read, Rachel. I appreciate that.
Rachel, thank you for pointing the way.
Sam, damn.
That's one hell of a poem.
I appreciate the words, Laurel.
Sam,
I followed your trail back to your blog to find you're the same Sam in Boxcar. I'd read that poem. So very well written!
I'm going to add you to my links if you don't mind. I've read through some of your blog and it's a good one.
I just noticed we're also in /The Dead Mule together, too. Fine writing there, as well. Glad I found your blog.
Sam, I took the liberty of reprinting your fine poem in Boxcar on my blog. Hope the all meets with your approval.
Thanks for the read and words, Pris. That issue of Dead Mule was a fine one, enjoyed your work there as well - Especially "River Roads" and "Before".
No problem Nick. Thanks for the read and the post.
bamboo is quiet.
so are thoughts.
Let me add my praise -- that close was breathtaking. I'm so glad I followed the trail.
Thank you, Suzanne.
I too ventured to Boxcar to read your poem. Sam, such power and eloquence in your voice! Your blog writing has unearthed many thoughts for me as well...
[I left a comment in another post that might not track back to me. I think I figured out how to be who I am. :)]
Thanks for the kind words, Clare.
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