I want the letter about the time we cross the avenue, and you reach for my hand without looking

I want the letter about the time we cross the avenue, and you reach for my hand without looking

We make dogma out of letter writing: the apocryphal story
of Lincoln who wrote angry letters he never sent. We wait for letters
for days and days. Someone tells me I'll write you a letter
and I feel he's saying you're different than anyone else.
Distance's buzz gets louder and louder. It gets to be a blackest hole.
I want the letter about the time we cross the avenue, and you reach
for my hand without looking—I am afraid I'm not what you want.
We float down the street as if in the curve of a pod
and the starry black is like the inside of a secret. We're drunk.
The streetlight exposes us which becomes the deepest
horror. Yes. End the letter like that, so it becomes authorless.
Then the letter might give off secrets: acid imbalances that detonate.We wait for letters
for days and days. Someone tells me I'll write you a letter
and I feel he's saying you're different than anyone else.
Distance's buzz gets louder and louder. It gets to be a blackest hole.
I want the letter about the time we cross the avenue, and you reach
for my hand without looking—I am afraid I'm not what you want.
We float down the street as if in the curve of a pod
and the starry black is like the inside of a secret. We're drunk.
The streetlight exposes us which becomes the deepest
horror. Yes. End the letter like that, so it becomes authorless.
Then the letter might give off secrets: acid imbalances that detonate.

-Carmen Giménez Smith | Redaction

Long-time readers of this newsletter know well that the schedule adjusts to fit my life. Sometimes it's weekly; other times it's bi-weekly, or I go on hiatus, or I get really really inspired and send two in a week (though that's pretty rare). 

And I have a lot going on right now, but for the most part it's a lot of things that invigorate and recharge me: my business is off to a really good start for Year One, the podcast is doing really well and we're really proud of it, and Beans is thriving. The only limitation is time, and right now, the thing that often gets pushed to the bottom to the list is thinking of things to write about here.

That's not to say I'm going away; I'm not even taking one of my occasional hiatuses. I'm just shifting the schedule a little bit: instead of every week, the Letters will be going out on alternating weeks, opposite the Parent Rap schedule. 

So this week is a quick one, just to say hey, and next week I'll be back with the thinking and the writing and the links.

Be well.

A

Change Birth, Change the World

Change Birth, Change the World

my bones are your bones, and your bones are my bones, and isn’t that enough?

my bones are your bones, and your bones are my bones, and isn’t that enough?