“I’ve tried writing this first letter for months now, to no one. Not to you, but to everyone at once. It wasn’t working. Writing to you has always been easier, I think because it has a purpose.”
Or the Poem of Force
March 31, 2026
Like a two word poem, the two of you.
Dear Christa
March 17, 2026
It is a few weeks into 1986 and it is cold, even in Florida.
Because You Are My Mother and Sometimes You Are Sad and You Are My Mother
November 14, 2025
Though we can abandon it the touch of parenthood never abandons.
Fragile Dragons
August 8, 2025
He told her, “I’ve never done anything like this before. It feels like I’m talking to myself."
Dear Everyone
June 2, 2025
I first imagined our class late last year much as we imagine nations. I was alone and didn’t see you or know you, so I had to imagine you.
If I Told You I Feel Like I Know You
April 23, 2025
Ink scrawls of river water below marking squared-off brown earth as the plane exits airspace over Kansas, just another imaginary thing.
Hail and Farewell
April 4, 2025
You died on Monday. I am starting to write this letter to you on Wednesday morning.
A Letter to My Daughter (2022)
February 28, 2025
Why write a letter to you, and why still after so long, so much having changed?
Your Voice All the Years
February 21, 2025
I meant to send this as a letter, but that seemed maybe overly sentimental on my part and, considering, a bit slow. Perhaps imagine this as a letter.
Dear You
February 17, 2025
“I write to you because I don’t understand myself.” —Clarice Lispector
Coming January 2025
November 2, 2023
“A story is like a letter.
