Hi, folks, My last weekly letter, from March 5th, seems to have been sent from another life, another space and time. Like a letter inside a bottle,… Read more “A crazy construction worker in conversation with fresh cement”
Dear Gamel, One Way of Love – ways of love, one-way love, love’s way, way too much love, on one’s way to love. What am I to… Read more “Some strange and fundamental innocence”
Gamel Woolsey (née Elizabeth Gammell Woolsey, May 28, 1897 – January 18, 1968) was an American writer. She was the daughter of a cotton plantation owner and a Charleston… Read more “Gamel Woolsey”
“It is best for us to continue in the belief that Eve actually ate an apple, and immediately ruined Adam in consequence! I like this belief, too, it speaks so well for the progressive power of women.” – 26 July 1857, ‘Early journalism’, in The Morgesons and Other Writings
The sadness of others one should leave alone. It is a small garden, a fragile delicate Arcadia, one should not disturb it. – I Am the Brother of XX
About this [blank] garden
“I am younger each year at the first snow.”
– Anne Sexton, in a letter to W. D. Snodgrass, in 1958.
A Self-portrait in Letters, (2004)
This is my blank space. A white page, as good as a garden covered in snow, not yet cultivated, but with some strong Spring hidden within; something simple, clean, yet to be stained; a seed with some flower all curled up inside, first waiting, then slowly unraveling.