Written on a postcard of the Denali National Park expanse: Sometimes you are the easiestpath towards understanding. Where the stamp should go it says:PragueJanuary 29, 2009Sometimes you leave us unprepared to perish.
Category Archives: Death
Love Letter No. 4 to Alexander Supertramp: Choice
Written on an upside down postcard of The Magic Bus: I don’t rememberwhich way is up! Where the stamp should go but it’s in the lower left hand corner instead of upper right:SomewhereJanuary 29, 2009Trying to watch the bubbles and they make no sense.
Love Letter No. 5 to Alexander Supertramp: Memories
Written on a postcard of a Dakota wheat field, rolling hills in the distance and a lightning storm far off: You keep us warm.You leave us cold. Where a stamp could go:PragueJanuary 29, 2009You do not feed.
Love Letter No. 6 to Alexander Supertramp: Fiction
Written on a postcard of a Mexican canyon with a washed up kayak: You can bethe most honestand beautifulform of truth. Where a stamp could go but there is sand instead:Somewhere south of Los AngelesJanuary 27, 2009
Love Letter No. 7 to Alexander Supertramp: Truth
Written on a postcard of the hot springs outside San Diego where Alex learned how to carve leather: You are so hard to come by. Where a stamp would be etched into calfskin:On the wayJanuary 29 2009Yes, indeed. You are.
Love Letter No. 8 to Alexander Supertramp: Escape
Written on a postcard of Alex’s footsteps in the snow leading out into the Alaskan wild: There are no answersIn your grim silence. Where a stamp could go but it is buried by freshly fallen snowflakes:Somewhere elseJanuary 29, 2009But still, your siren song is a sweet one.
Love Letter No. 9 to Alexander Supertramp: Freedom
Written on a postcard of your red hat above the rushing gorge of water you couldn’t cross: Freedom is only realwhen shared. Where the stamp could go but there is only death:AlaskaJan 29, 2009I wish you had figured this out before it was too late for salvation.
Love Letter No. 10 to Alexander Supertramp: Happiness
Written on a postcard of the cover of Jack London’s Call of the Wild: You butterfly!Thank you for stayingOn my palmFor this long. Where a stamp could go but there is only an aching sadness:AlaskaJanuary 29, 2009Ah, Alex. You never got this.
A Love Letter to Wounded Knee
Written on a sepia-toned postcard of blood-stained snow: The heart of mineburied with youburns with the acheof injustice. Where a stamp could go but there is only sadness:Pine Ridge POW CampDecember 29, 1890I am haunted by your history.
A Love Letter to Soma Witt
Written on the buffalo hide Shaman’s rattle that is your voice: This is the slow painful rasp of healing incomplete. Where tobacco smoke will take this: October 24, 2008 Memory Lane I need more of you.
A Love Letter to Getting Over It
Written on a postcard featuring the word lingering: I am unable. Where a stamp should go: October 24, 2008 My heart It’s almost that day again. I miss you, Wendybird. How’s River? Did you meet Heath yet?
Elegy for an Orchid
Your dinosaur petals wilted and dessicated.I plucked them and kept them, maintaining their perfect purple shape,I could not bring myself to toss your mummifying parts.It’s the same now with the rest of you:Wilted, dessicated, splitting and browning — a heart torn in two. I’m sorry I could not substitute the sun and keep you warm,I…
Your reactions to Heath Ledger’s death
I always felt a strange and strong connection with Heath Ledger. It became even stranger and stronger when I found out that he has almost exactly the same birthday as me. Same day, month, year and almost the same time even. I felt it was some sort of sign. When I found out about five…
Six Feet Under, an HBO production, 2001-2005
When this show first came out I was in the beginning of dealing with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) after the death of my good friend and during that time I could not even hear death related words without falling into PTSD panic attacks and flashbacks to Wendy’s murder. The commercials for this show totally freaked…
In Cold Blood
Before Wendy died, I was against capital punishment for all the open minded liberal wooo rah whatever theories I can’t even remember now, but most importantly because life is sacred and an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind. After Wendy’s death, I was filled with such inconsummate rage that I felt…
a love letter to Gwendolyn Wendy-Bird
written on the back of one of the odes you wrote to me in what was blank spaces i painted in pink and green and red a bunch of swirls and palm trees and you flying with your wild curly hair and i write: six years later and the wishing you were here is wishing…
dear wendy
dear wendy, i need your help, my friend. i still have days where i wished i could have come with you and i still have these thoughts that this is the easiest thing to do. i have been so sad and disappointed at the realisation of jonathan brandis’ death, in those moments i couldn’t understand…
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