HAIKU DIALOGUE – Poet’s Choice – wine & introducing Gourmet Gallery
Welcome to Poet’s Choice!
Let’s talk about haiku!
This is the final photo prompt – for the next few weeks we will explore a Gourmet Gallery: the topic of food through each of the five senses, like we did in ‘A Sense of Place’ – with thanks to Margaret Walker & Ronald Craig for the ideas.
For this series, each poet may send one haiku on the week’s theme, and it will be included in the blog post. There is no selection process. The haiku appear in the order in which we received them.
Submit an original unpublished poem via our Contact Form by Saturday midnight on the theme of the week, including your name as you would like it to appear, and place of residence. (If you send more than one poem, only the first one will be posted.)
Please note that by submitting, you agree that your work may appear in the column – neither acknowledgment nor acceptance emails will be sent. All communication about the poems that are posted in the column will be added as blog comments.
next week’s theme: GOURMET GALLERY – food & the sense of sight
The deadline for this theme is midnight Pacific Time, Saturday 5 October 2019.
I look forward to reading your submissions.
Poet’s Choice: wine
Here are the submissions for this week:
halfway –
the path of two
bottles of winevincenzo adamo
unspeaking couple
the man clicks
a lighterChristina Chin
empty wine bottles
the bird in my head
uncagedStephen A. Peters
equinox
the right balance
between light and darkSerhiy Shpychenko
Kyiv, UA
rocked by shadows crow dawn
Helen Buckingham
no Hiroshima
or no HiroshimaNeelam Dadhwal
India
a single crow
I enjoy the morning rush
from the park benchAnitha Varma
Kerala, India
soft light
what’s left of them
empty bottlesMaria Concetta Conti
jingling tunes
bubbles in glasses – raven
conspiracyRadhamani sarma
Uz miris ljeta
rominja topla kiša
Došla je jesenWith the scent of summer
drizzles warm rain
Autumn cameZrinko Šimunić
red wine buzz
tales
of murdered crowsBabs McGrory
I’m leaving
you pour me
my next hangovernancy liddle
barkeep
night falling down
our throatsC.R. Harper
a bottle of wine
a raven sipping
all day longTeiichi Suzuki
on raven black days
he drinks
only to remember…Anjali Warhadpande
the evening
has paled in to dawn…
empty promisescarol jones
wine o’clock
the children learn
it is time to hideChristina Sng
Singapore
caroles wine
after divorce a smudge remainsDubravka Šćukanec
Zagreb, Croatia
wine hangover
I’ll drink again –
nevermore!Tomislav Sjekloća
Cetinje, Montenegro
grape must…
on the empty bottles
crow’s shadowFrancesco Palladino
glass ceiling…
another witness retracts
their testimonyAlan Summers
The Rookery, Wiltshire, England
to get drunk
I no longer have inhibitions –
words hurtubriacandomi
non ho più inibizioni –
le parole fanno maleAngela Giordano
Italy
red on white
or white on red
side-stepping a vintage faux pasDon Miller
in vino veritas…
I turn my glass
bottom’s upMichele L. Harvey
one empty – white
one full – red
…does the raven care?joel
a long night
many stories
behind the bottlesNeni Rusliana
Indonesia
storm clouds reflect
in the last glass of wine
conversation endsRehn Kovacic
Hard rock
by Raven Age
ConspiracyIngrid Reuper
black
against the white sky – whisper
of raven feathersPeggy Bilbro
Huntsville Alabama
haiku poets meeting
they raise their glasses
to the crowDebbie Scheving
thirsty raven
conspires yet man only enjoys
drinkAju Mukhopadhyay
son’s coming out
…a heavy silence
before the toastVandana Parashar
red or white?
with first light comes
the revelationFranjo Ordanic
starry night
the taste of laughter
on my palateVeronika Zora Novak
ravenously thirsty
we gulp when we hear
the tap on the doorSari Grandstaff
thought after drinking
life as empty as the bottle
moonless autumn nightVishnu Kapoor
a crow inside my gibbet windsor spindles caging bones
simonj
UK
winery
tourists from Paris
seeking public housePere Risteski
a meeting
brightness smoothing thoughts
raven’s in the darkSaša Slavković
Slovenia
knowing not
of its omen
a ravenSteve Tabb
holy waters
between russets and gold
a raven’s callXenia Tran
sober and drunk
the singing
and the crowingAljoša Vuković
Šibenik, Croatia
bright and dark wine
for both sides of my soul
cheersSlobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia
blood work
filling another glass
with redLaurie Greer
Washington, D.C.
Allergic to wine
I am immolated by
A murder of crowsMargie Gustafson
Lombard, IL
empty wine bottles
a black raven
still crossing my pathEufemia Griffo
through the maple tree
dusk pours into glass
tiny splashSD Desai
black white coexistence –
bottling up
dark temptationSher Baluch
some crow’s wine –
the pleasant taste
to drink togetherDennys Cambarau
two ravens cow –
one from the red, another
from the white wineTomislav Maretić
two bottles
of recycled glass –
vintage winesdue bottiglie
di vetro riciclato –
vini d’annataAngiola Inglese
wandering through
the woods after a raven’s croak
followed by the sunDubravko Marijanović
young wine…
the red color of the lipstick
on the glassElisabetta Castagnoli
60th anniversary –
two bottles not enough
to join youAdjei Agyei-Baah
Ghana/New Zealand
newly bottled wines
fading memories forecast
the tricksters’ pairingSherrod Taylor
reflections –
the other half of a truth
in a crooked mirrorCristina Angelescu
stars quiver
in her wine glass –
first evening alonearvinder Kaur
Chandigarh, India
white or black?
tasting the past
in small sipsElisa Allo
Switzerland
ravens circling around the slumberous pupils
Hifsa Ashraf
Pakistan
seeing the light
in a bottle of wine –
an unkindness of ravensIngrid Baluchi
Macedonia
toast for two –
telling the memory
only to myselfMaria Teresa Piras
back porch solitude…
lost in my thoughts
my untouched sauv blancMadhuri Pillai
the gifted poet
turning words
into wineAndrew Shimield
UK
Joys of Fall’s harvest
Charles once said, “… let it kill you.”
One down… one to goCarl Rivera
bottle of red keeps
company with a bottle of chard
lest we drink aloneRon Scully
birdsong
the gravity well
beyond reachB Shropshire
di vino scrivere:
senza segreti le sue paroleof wine – divine – to write:
without secrets her wordsGiuliana Ravaglia
autumnal
two glasses of wine
find a perfect coupleEva Su
Indonesia
midnight
a conspiracy of ravens
rolling in the snowJanice Munro
Canada
chilled wine
swallowing each other’s
displeasureAnthony Rabang
Raven Conspiracy –
please a glass of white wine
cheersZdenka Mlinar
Croatia
fountain of words
I drink, I pour tears
after leavingRefika Dedić
Bosna I Hercegovina
a whole bottle
and still no damn Muse…
maybe the next oneMark Meyer
autumn sunset
all the red wine
he didn’t tastecezar ciobîcă
precious bouquet
on the laid dining table
red and white scentsbouquet prezioso
sul tavolo imbandito
con bianco e rossoLuisa Santoro
in the DEEP DARK
of Dorian
the call of ravensSusan Rogers
Los Angeles, CA, USA
ready for weekend
fortification needed
fine wines selectedKathleen Mazurowski
wine tasting
our conversation turns
sourRich Schilling
Webster Groves, MO
smooth bright
the raven’s gaze
its deep dark bodyKath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, CA
white for you
red for me
always on the opposite sidesNadejda Kostadinova
Bulgaria
blue sage flowers
in light and shadow
truth about usLucia Fontana
red wine and white
through rose colored glasses
pink sunsetCharles Harmon
Los Angeles, California, USA
the raven’s
sunlit strut
contest winClaire Vogel Camargo
deuce corvi –
dark wings brush
autumn moonLemuel Waite
Georgetown, Kentucky
Wall Street scavengers
feeding on the carrion
of AmericaAutumn Noelle Hall
only one bottle
they left
abruptlyPaul Geiger
Sebastopol CA
Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019).
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kathy j munro….i just sent in the theme for haiku dialogue-gourmet-sight…about 7:17 am, 10/05/2019 on Saturday….kindly tell me if you received it.
Wendy,
This submission has not been received – you can re-send it if you like, or plan to add it to the comments when the post goes live on Wednesday, as we are doing, for now…
thanks, kj
Kathy i just resent….did you receive it? about 12:10 or so pm
i changed a setting in my browser to see if this makes any difference….
submission received!
thanks, kj
thank you kj, can you tell me what the time of that post you received was? Because i experimented with three or four different approaches….and i want to match it up with the one that got through. Thank you in advance. -w-
Wendy – received Sat Oct 5 at 2:38 pm, & I think that is Pacific Time
Thank you so much for putting this collection together Kathy and for featuring mine here too. I was especially taken with the imagery in:
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a long night
many stories
behind the bottles
.
Neni Rusliana
Indonesia
Lovely!
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glass ceiling…
another witness retracts
their testimony
Alan Summers
The Rookery, Wiltshire, England
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wonderful juxtaposition. seeing things differently with a bit of coercion, eh?
BIRDS OF A FEATHER….
these three poet’s give
homage to poe
wendy c. bialek
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ravenously thirsty
we gulp when we hear
the tap on the door
Sari Grandstaff
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leftover wine
those lingering notes
of the raven
wendy c. bialek
prescott valley, az usa
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wine hangover
I’ll never drink again—
nevermore
.
Tomislav Sjekioca
There may be more….i have not finished reading through all the poems.
Some lovely ku this week (as a fully paid-up member of the corvid fan club these are right up my street). Stand-out poems for me are:
Christina Chin’s:
unspeaking couple
the man clicks
a lighter
…..okay, not a corvid in sight, but incredibly sinister nevertheless.
and Claire Vogel Camargo’s uncomfortably familiar:
the raven’s
sunlit strut
contest win
…..says it all.
Lastly a big thank you, as always, to Kathy for all your hard work. It really is appreciated.
When I saw the photo prompt for this week my first thought was “those haikuists and their crows!” Thus my contribution re lifting our glasses to the crow, thought it sounded a little better than raven in the context, when I saw the notebook on the table and more than two glasses. Then add wine and what a fun prompt. Thank you Kathy.
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holy waters
between russets and gold
a raven’s call
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Xenia Tran
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Lovely mix of images.
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bright and dark wine
for both sides of my soul
cheers
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Slobodan Pupovac
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Nice surprise in the last line.
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empty wine bottles
a black raven
still crossing my path
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Eufemia Griffo
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The word “still” tells the story.
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di vino scrivere:
senza segreti le sue parole
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of wine – divine – to write:
without secrets her words
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Giuliana Ravaglia
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Plz excuse the short dashes as I’m using my phone. I found this lovely and intriguing.
Thank you so much for your kind comment Debbie :o)
Here’s my haiku. Thought I’d met the deadline, but it would have been close to the wire.
Rorschach ravens
dark omens
in a white wine
Greer Woodward
Waimea, HI
Greer – this was not received – thanks for posting it here! Can you please confirm when you sent it, & did you receive an acknowledgement after submitting? kj
Hi kj,
Thanks for looking into this. As I recall, I sent my haiku within two hours of the deadline, although I think it was closer to midnight. I remember getting an acknowledgement after sending.
Thank you and aloha,
Greer Woodward
Waimea, Hi
thanks for this, Greer!
Liked this a lot!
ravenously thirsty
we gulp when we hear
the tap on the door
Sari Grandstaff
ode to poe’s the raven, Sari Grandstaff and i think alike.
Yes, Wendy, and also this –
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wine hangover
I’ll never drink again—
nevermore
.
Tomislav Sjekioca
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Tiredness from ‘over doing it’ what ever form that could be, can bring forth many interesting illusions or even delusions.
Sorry….Correction….no apostrophe in poets (in my above post)
BIRDS OF A FEATHER….
these three poets give
homage to poe
wendy c. bialek
*poe’s “the raven
Yes, Carol….did not leave Tomislav out on purpose….i had not finished posting and reading through all the wonderful poems yet….between my whining here…my garage door isn’t opening, and the last monsoon rain…broke a hole in my roof….so my attentions have been split.
There may even be more….i will find them…please…to be patient.
Thank you, Wendy!
welcome, Sari
ravens circling around the slumberous pupils
Hifsa Ashraf
Pakistan
love the sound and poetic imagery here, Hifsa
Cezar’s poem leaves a great deal of room to dream, and i like that.
Autumn sunset
all the red wine
he didn’t taste
cezar ciobîcă
Congratulations to ALL and Thank you, dear Kathy Munro! 🥂
at first reading i thought it was a birthing…on second reading it is another form of birth….
son’s coming out
…a heavy silence
before the toast
.
Vandana Parashar
This one is neatly wrapped….or should i say, Peters unwrapped?
empty wine bottles
the bird in my head
uncaged
Stephen A. Peters
This is one of my fav’s for this week. I like it because i can see it,
Claire in very few words…has managed to get the essence of the look of a raven….when the sun shines on its glossy feathers….and the proud walk from side to side….in the “strut “and “contest win”.
the raven’s
sunlit strut
contest win
Claire Vogel Camargo
Dear Kathy Munro,
Greetings. Delighted to be included and to see mine here in this wonderful blog. My favorite for this week of so many follows thus: the image making us re read into the content ,delving into human aspect, as i see.
blue sage flowers
in light and shadow
truth about us
Lucia Fontana
Thank you Kathy and contributors for this dizzying collection. Here are three of my favourites:
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son’s coming out
…a heavy silence
before the toast
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Vandana Parashar
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starry night
the taste of laughter
on my palate
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Veronika Zora Novak
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blood work
filling another glass
with red
.
Laurie Greer
Washington, D.C.
As I have stated below, for all you wonderful poets – if you submitted a poem on the Contact Form & it is not listed above, please add it here in the comments, & include the details of your submission so I can forward them to the volunteer team who are working towards a solution…
& for all you wonderful readers – remember to read through these comments for additional poems & other wonderful insights & discussions…
thank you all for your understanding! kj
all the submissions of this week’s prompt on wine are NOT listed, i ask that discussion be placed on hold until all the additional wonderful poems are included. Thank you in advance for your courtesy.
Wendy – please see above & below – I do hope we find a solution to this problem soon…
kj
KJ..what is the new theory that is being investigated, now? And if you don’t mind….a little more “whine”….i feel that my poems have been most impacted by this problem….so why are you not willing to place mine up with the rest of the group? Where is the difficulty there? Do you think i am pretending that i am submitting? Why can’t you legitimize my submission by posting it with the others? it takes less time than all the posts you have been giving me….i don’t understand…please explain your reluctance on this matter? I see my entry theme in the window….why can’t you?
an update for you Wendy – the email account used by the contact form has no record of you on Sept 25 or 28, which means that any text you entered into the contact form on those days was not sent on… what browser are you using?
Wendy – it is the people who are looking into this problem who have asked for the information about your browser…
KJ -do they know the browser is the same one i have been using for all my time since i joined here….if there was any “incompatibility”, (if that is what they are going for)…why would so many other poems reach you and the recent post on haiga..on the 30th, the one you found? Can you explain the logic about looking into my browser as an answer?
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within the cacophony
of whiny conversation
I keep my beak shut
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This was the haiku I sent in last Saturday at 9:10pm Pacific Coast Time. I use Safari and a MacBook Pro. I did receive an acknowledgment of success. My poems go through about 75% of the time.
thanks so much for this, John – we will look into this further!
Many thanks, Kathy for including my verse amongst this heady collection of poems.
Please add Robert’s above and mine here, thank you in advance.
leftover wine
those lingering notes
of the raven
wendy c. bialek
prescott valley, az usa
Kathy J. M…..this is my entry….i posted it twice, Wednesday 9/25/2019 at 9:16 pm and Saturday at 7:05 am 9/28/2019 …guess there are still issues with “toasting” every post.
Wendy,
I am sorry to say that your poem was not received yet again – I did receive a submission from you on Monday 30 Sept with the subject line ‘haiga’, but I don’t believe it was meant for this column…
I will be forwarding these details to the team members who are still looking into this unfortunate situation… in the meantime, the solution moving forward will be to have poets include any missing poems in these comments – I am not planning to revise the column as you suggest, & I appreciate your understanding, kj
kj. i always start it by using the topic: haiku dialogue-
in this case: either
wine or raven wine
please check again.
Kathy J. M…..this is my entry….i posted it twice, Wednesday 9/25/2019 at 9:16 pm and Saturday at 7:05 am 9/28/2019 …guess there are still issues with “toasting” every post.
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leftover wine
those lingering notes
of the raven
wendy c. bialek
prescott valley, az usa
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Kathy J. M…..this is my entry….i posted it twice, Wednesday 9/25/2019 at 9:16 pm and Saturday at 7:05 am 9/28/2019 …guess there are still issues with “toasting” every post.
Wendy,
The submission I received was on Monday 30 September, 10:10 am, from your name & email address, with the subject line ‘haiga’, & the message was ‘i would like to submit my haiga for consideration’
If you did not send this, then I’m not sure what to think!
Yes, KJ i sent haiga….but not to you….it was somewhere else on the blog.
kindly look into the one(s) that i mentioned that say:
haiku dialogue-raven wine
9/25/2019 at 9:16 pm wednesday and
9/28/2019 at 7:05 am saturday
leftover wine
those lingering notes
of the raven
wendy c. bialek
prescott valley, az usa
an update for you Wendy – the email account used by the contact form has no record of you on Sept 25 or 28, which means that any text you entered into the contact form on those days was not sent on… what browser are you using?
Oct. 3, 2019 update for kj….i sent it…it is there….it is in the window, and i am using the same browser that i always have been using….nothing has changed. My browser is not the problem…it makes no logical sense to bark up that tree.
why bother to have people…volunteer to look into this problem….if the goal is to serve wine to all?
why not just believe me and copy and paste my poem?
I have posted my poems religiously to this group since i joined, with one exception when i was sick…..I did everything right!
This picture offered so many ways to go–I was especially taken with these:
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empty wine bottles
the bird in my head
uncaged
Stephen A. Peters
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the uninhibited poet talking–with a nice sense of wine giddiness. Imaginative and evocative use of the prompt.
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equinox
the right balance
between light and dark
Serhiy Shpychenko
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Again, great use of the prompt’s details. I like how the lines accrue syllables one by one, building a nice stability and thus expanding the ideas of “balance.”
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black
against the white sky – whisper
of raven feathers
Peggy Bilbro
Huntsville Alabama
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a masterful synethstetic reading experience–sight to sound and back
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seeing the light
in a bottle of wine –
an unkindness of ravens
Ingrid Baluchi
Macedonia
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probably my favorite this week–so sure and deft, with a nice surprise: the truth is not necessarily what we want!
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in the DEEP DARK
of Dorian
the call of ravens
Susan Rogers
Los Angeles, CA, USA
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so many birds get sucked into the eye of hurricanes–a beautiful and frightening evocation of their difficult situation
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thanks for contributing, one and all-
best
Thank you very much, Laurie!
Thank you once again, Laurie!
Having several times looked after injured crows, I came to respect the entire corvus family.
On one comical occasion, observing a raven sauntering down our garden path, I saw it suddenly stop, bend down and, from beneath a flap of lawn overgrowing the stones, pick out a bright red geranium petal. I could have sworn that it did a little hop of glee.
Incredibly, for many minutes and all on its own, as if this were the grandest entertainment in all the world, it continued to ‘hide’ the petal several more times under different flaps, saunter nonchalantly away from them, wings folded behind its back like someone on their daily constitutional, return after a bit and pounce on its treasure. Hard to resist rushing out to hug the fellow, but regret not having means to film it.
Wonderful story, Ingrid! I see crows every day and continue to marvel at their calls and swoops and everything else. I can just picture that dance of glee.
Laurie, thank you for commenting on my poem. You’ve caught exactly the synesthesia I hoped to communicate.
Thank you Laurie so much for responding to the raven haiku
I was also thinking that ravens are associated with tragedy and death and their call of grief would be not only in the wind but in the wine and the sonorous whine of the wine.
Thank you Kathy for the interesting photo prompt this week. Looking forward to new theme too. The haiku by Stephen Peters and Kath Abela Wilson stood out for me as revelations of a haiku moment. In both of these I love the good use of multiple meanings in the word choices. Ravens and wine are both so evocative of moods:
empty wine bottles
the bird in my head
uncaged
Stephen A. Peters
smooth bright
the raven’s gaze
its deep dark body
Kath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, CA
Autumn sunset
a crow picks
amongst the leaves
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Sorry KJ, thought I’d posted this Friday.
Robert – this was not received – thanks for posting it here! I will be forwarding the details in our on-going investigation of figuring out why some of these are not coming through on the Contact Form – did you receive an acknowledgement after submitting?
Thank you KJ
It was a busy day Friday, I know I filled the boxes in but may not have pressed send. Unusual for me I know. No concern though. Thank you for allowing it to be posted here. Yet again I have thoroughly enjoyed your prompts.
t-y!