A strange mailing. A mystery.
Cher Jean-Marc (mai 1988)
Letter to a lost lover. Number 3. May 1988.
Cher Jean-Marc
Letter to Jean-Marc (Number 2). March 1988
Dear Me: Get Out Of My Way
Dear Me, I don’t want to do what I don’t want to do. But I do. I know. It’s called responsibility. It’s called adulthood. Sometimes, it’s called survival. But if I only do what I don’t want to do, I’m tired and I’m cranky; my imagination stalls and my hopelessness fills out its contours all […]
Don’t Stick Your Tongue in My Ear. Please.
Erogenous Zone Alert… Erotic ear? Concupiscent commentary.
Dear Family of Strangers Connecting
Dear Family of Strangers Connecting: How odd to wake each morning and think of you, immediately. Even as dreams hover. Even as the week’s worries crystallize too quickly, as I wonder what we shall say to each other, as I picture you rushing to jobs, to schools, to computers, to the day’s errands all too […]
Bread Crumbs, Stale Crusts, Potions: I Don’t Talk About My Ex
They aren’t lies, exactly – the things I say to my children about their father. I don’t talk about my ex much – not with them, and certainly not here except obliquely. Yet you may sense him in the background. An occasional presence, a haze, a storm brewing. You