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      Rabinar Sarkar and me (Delores Fisher) on New Year's Day We met at a small downtown mini-mart of all places when I was making a quick junk food run. Tourists' know, and many of us transplanted "locals" enjoy, look forward, to experiencing downtown San Diego convenience stores' quirky urban ambiance--never know who you'll meet on a Friday night. One winter evening, a small brown face smiled at me when I walked in. He continued talking warmly and didn't mind my stopping.  I was drawn into a conversation in progress. Always looking for interesting artists, I listened quietly. He was describing his life's philosophy, some of his accomplishments, and his work with rocks at Sea Port Village. "Ohhhhh, you're the one who stacks those rocks!" I said, finally comprehending. He smiled gently, shyly as the store's owner spoke about interviews and articles. "Rabi" as he asked me to call him and I talked for seve...

   International Poet/editor Olga Garcia and Delores Fisher (me!) For recent posts on Olga Garcia . . .click onto  http://carpenoctum2.blogspot.com/2017/06/olga-garcia-international-poet-reads-at.html and also http://carpenoctum2.blogspot.com/2017/02/international-poet-olga-garcia.html It's always an interesting time when poets get together to catch up on events that have flowed into and out of  lives. Sometimes work, travel, projects loom so heavily in our minds that all we think about is the work--writing essays, books, editing, preparing for performances, videotaping, workshops--and hope that family and friends understand. Sadly, on occasion, life's shadows fall and we grieve while we clinch to work like a tired swimmer clinging to a buoy in chill-deep stormy sea. Other times, its those celebrations that go fleeting by without sharing in acknowledgement of benchmark, accolade, award, honor, accomplishment.. So when poets get together, well . . . Back ...