It’s like we live a great distance apart and come to visit sometimes, but usually when the other is away. We walk around, touch the dust kindly, see we’ve both been busy breaking and stacking colored glass in the windowsills— methodical about hue and striation. This one is like a bear and this one a bird. This one is like a wave and this one a glacier. This one is sunlight. This one is also sunlight.
How are you? I’m embarrassed it’s been so long. I know there has been so much and I care very much. I hope you know.
I am an essayist and poet. My work has been rejected by some of the finest journals in America. Fortunately, it also gets accepted from time to time and has appeared in equally fine journals such as Word Riot, Inlandia, Brew City Magazine, and SageWoman, among others.. In 2002, I won the Academy of American Poets Prize for Vanderbilt University.
For no good reason, I possess an unnecessarily dark humor which is why being third generation California Inland Empirian delights me so. My gods are weird. I once won $350 for writing a smartassed essay on “why the wise use of water is important in my daily life”. I am undoubtedly the Greek god Hermes’ special snowflake. I’m pretty sure I got into college via a series of fortuitous clerical errors.
When I had to grow up and get a real job, I decided against it and stayed a writer. I have worked many odd—and I mean odd—jobs to support my habit: PR writer for country music hopefuls, resume massager, WalMart fitting room attendant and switchboard operator, and telephone psychic, just to name a few.
I am also albino. That's why my psychic gifts are so strong. I traded in my pigment for magical foresight, because that's how it works. It gets all technical. Trust me. That's totally how it works.
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2 thoughts on “Letter to a Friend (poetry)”
This one squeezes the heart. Beautifully rendered.
Thank you. A little heart squeeze is always a good thing. 🙂
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