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Love Letter challenge

Love letter: Dear truth

Dear truth, How ominous, This single tenet that greets the overwhelmed world. The minor chords that fade into a bitter sweetness. Look, there is so much more that can be said. We marvel at words, we sell them…as much as a word cannot be…

April 24, 2016

Love letter: dear magic

Dear magic, There is a carpet I have which came from my grandfather’s house. It’s mostly red with green and orange flowers, and looks like a kind of relic from Victorian times. This kind of carpet used to be quite common but now it…

April 23, 2016

Love letter: dear legs

Dear legs, This girl, who was really a mermaid, only no one could tell on account of the legs, ran so fast that she went right off the edge of the world. Swoosh. Just like that. First she fell with her legs straight, like…

April 16, 2016

Love letter: dear courage

Dear courage, Change is in the air. I feel it. I feel it looming and circling and gathering strength. I can feel it creaking across my heart late at night. Resisting is only prolonging the frustration of the situation I’m in at the moment.…

April 14, 2016

Love letters: Dear first love, hunger, and future me

Dear first love, hunger, and future me, I heard, That a breeze is caused by the differences in air pressure on some mountain peak a hundred miles away. In the soft evening breeze a raven flew by the cabin, swooped over the pond and…

April 13, 2016

Love Letters: Dear Younger Me

Dear younger me, The things which I wish to say cannot be said, In part because it has been said, (and often), before, And we know this was as true the first as the second time I said it. It cannot become any truer…

April 8, 2016

Love Letters: Dear Rest

Dear rest, It’s so peaceful here. It’s quiet and uncomplicated and serene. I love it. Rosy and fresh and cool. Like a good book. Like a song. A bowl of really sweet cherries. Yeah, that’s it. Cherries, like cherries. Postcard: Acrylic paint, shadow play,…

April 7, 2016

Love letter: dear books

Dear books, We don’t all sing like typewriters. Some of us deliver a text which is pondered in the heart. I think there are silences louder than words. ……………………………………………….. Postcard: oil painting on the cover of a Victorian hymnal. sent…with a little extra postage.…

April 6, 2016

Love letter: Dear Intuition

Dear Intuition, The voices made me do it! Love, V Last night I had the sudden urge to read pages from a journal that I wrote 11 years ago. Aside from the questionable prose style, and the pretentious critique of Jung, and the efforts…

April 5, 2016

Love letter: Dear morning

Dear morning, I don’t know how to explain it. You burn into my memory like a memory is supposed to: Six am waking up. Grandma bringing in a cup of hot tea. My skates on a towel in the corner of the room, waiting…

April 4, 2016