Friends and strangers and everyone in between,
How are you? How is your heart in a world of erratic beats? How is your mind in the present war of thoughts?
Introducing new programming for this issue: my first attempt at poetry, given that today my feelings refuse to fit into the molds of conventional coherence. So, a poem. Two monologues, one dialogue. Pieces of my raw fleshy heart distributed and transplanted into your static electronic mailbox. Best viewed on desktop—you can click to enlarge.
We’ll be back to regular sentences next time. In the meantime, I hope the rest of July brings you restorative rest, abundant joy, and juicy surprises. I hope tomorrow you wake up with more wonder and awe at who you are becoming. Here’s to more of this energy!!!
cheers—v
Today’s piece inspired by these authors and works:
Adam Haslett’s short story Notes to My Biographer
Joy Harjo’s poetry collection How We Became Human
Roxane Gay’s memoir Hunger
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