[Rick Mullin]

I have a poem at Queen Mob's Tea House, an interesting and even hip art and literature site that Michael Juster introduced us to. The poem came through here, as so many do. Thanks for you input, friends, and thanks to Erik Kennedy, Queen Mob's poetry editor.


While I am here, I will announce a poem of mine today at The New Verse News about this week's CRISPR baby announcement. I write under the nom de guerre Albert Burgesser.

[Susan McLean]

Good one, Rick.

Susan

[Ned Balbo]

What a darkly moving sonnet, with the perfect elliptical ending. As for things Frankensteinian, your wit is very much on point...Does Albert have a collection in the works?

[Rick Mullin]

Thanks, folks.


Albert merely dabbles, Ned ~,:^)

[Michael Juster]

Thank you, Rick, for your gracious acknowledgement & for your chilling sonnet.

I have just posted Rick's sonnet @amjuster if you use Twitter.

[Martin Elster]

Rick - I remember that sonnet. It’s dark, indeed. I love the Frankenstein poem. Pretty witty. Congrats!

[Rick Mullin]

Thanks, and thanks for the Twitter link, Michael.

[Allen Tice]

As always, food for thought.

[Mark McDonnell]

I remember this one, Rick. Powerful.

[Erik Olson]

What the Oxford English Dictionary indicates to mean simply ‘awe-inspiring,’ being the first and most basic sense of the word awful, may be therfore applied not improperly to your poen. Awfully thought-inducing, this one, awfully grim, sure, yet whatever else it be, it is awfully good at any rate

Congratulations, Rick! (Plus, if you would be so good, send my compliments to Albert likewise on the recent sucess in the literary world.)