I have enjoyed Robert’s poetry for many years, time I shared some with you too.

Ramekin I speak when you speak, say nothing to your everything. The world is a ramekin filled with bits of ourselves. It is a recipe for error, a list of adorations and illusion. You take my hand and say when I’m gone there will be others. The ingredients include vinegar and salt, but no […]
Ramekin — O at the Edges





I just read the poem. I’m glad you decided to share it!
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Thanks, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Frances.
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