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Robert Arter

San Bernardino, California

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ROBERT W. ARTER 62, died March 7, 2009 at Kaiser Fontana Medical Center. Bob was born in Richmond California October 27, 1946. He was a U.S. Army veteran. He was a freelance writer and a contributing editor to many literary journals including Smokelong Quarterly, Gator Springs Gazette, Literary...

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I think often of Bob and, man, I miss him. He is still listed as being in my room on Zoetrope and I hope he stops in to check on us from time to time. I’m grateful to have the work he left behind, pieces that are filled with his intelligence and wit and unique voice. I’m sending a hug to Chris and Kiran. How deeply he loved you both!

Bob was a friend, a talented and lyrical writer and a great man, despite an inexplicable tendency to favor the Yankees over the Red Sox. I'll miss him a lot.

Bob was without a doubt the most generous writer I have ever known. He was smart and funny but he didn't pull punches- he told you what's what (and usually in an amusing way.) We will all miss him so much. tiff holland

Bob was the best of men, and through his work and his family still is, still continues. I am grateful to have known him.

Bob was a wonderful man, an inspiring writer. He will be missed. My condolences to his family.

Bob was a wonderful writer. Funny. Generous. Brave. My heartfelt best wishes and condolences to his wife Chris, the rest of his family, and all of the friends he touched with his presence in the world – and his words.

Bob was as talented as he was kind as he was generous. He will be greatly missed.

Bob, did you hear me the other night, when I drank a great glass of red wine, and toasted you, and read your words -- nay, belted them out -- to the mottled white moon? I know you did. Just as your spirit infused those flat black marks on the page with life, I know you endure. Elsewhere. In the next chapter. When I get there, I'm betting you'll have stories for me.

I miss Bob. I've been listening to Bela Fleck because he loved his music and it's a way to spend time with Bob in a makeshift church. He was one of my first Zoetrope friends. When I read Survivor's Assistance I immediately wrote him a fan note, and when he critiqued me for the first time our ten-year friendship was cemented. I send love and prayers to Chris, Kiran, Bob's sisters, his family, his friends. I know he's peaceful, floating somewhere, like a spaceman.