My biggest challenge of the moment stated and solved. Day 4 of the Ralph Waldo Emerson “Self-Reliance” project.
My biggest challenge of the moment stated and solved. Day 4 of the Ralph Waldo Emerson “Self-Reliance” project.
A “Friday the 13th”-inspired installment of Zuzu’s Love Letter Project.
A quick note about my participation in National Novel Writing Month. Yeah!
Approaching the ten-year memorial of my dear friend Wendy’s murder and I am struggling, still, to process the event and all the time that has passed.
My friend Catherine’s amazing expat+HAREM post “Death at a distance”, one of the most powerful essays I have ever read, has left me processing a great deal of unresolved grief.
I write poems to real/imaginary/living/dead people on postcards, usually the kind you find on those card dispensers in bars and restaurants, or I write cyber-cards on my blog. It all started in 2004, when I lived in Seville, Spain and was inspired by my dear friend, Jo Melo, and in fact many of the first…
Dear Charlie Kaufman: Your words, images, open the floodgates of my sadness and its beautiful release. Love forever, Sezin
Dear Prague: I am so madly in love with you I cannot contain myself. Please, don’t tell my husband. Love love love, Sezin
Dear Lars von Trier: I. HATE. YOU. I’m so sorry I said that! I love you. But why you gotta mess with my head so? Love, Sezin
Written on a postcard of a police case file box: You bring me closer to closure. ♥ Z Where a stamp could go but now it says “CLOSED”: Philadelphia September 3, 2009 Every time.
Written on a postcard with a biohazard stamp, encased in plastic: The wheel of ka never stops turning, And I roll with it. Where a stamp could go but there’s nobody to read it: Mother Abagail’s farm June 14, 2009 The apocalypse is nigh, All I can do is smile.
Written on a postcard of a post-castration knife: Society, male, hard-pressed to find one Cut above the rest Under their weight we float Mindful of their miniscule penises. Where a stamp could go but there is only an unidentifiable stain: Prague June 11, 2009 Reading “Outlaw Woman” and thinking of how you are one of…
Written on a pink postcard with your angel tattoo embossed in relief: I get a crush,I mean kickout of you. Where a rose-shaped stamp could go:PragueJune 11, 2009Watching your Europe tour DVD and thinking, “Damn, girl. You are crazy hot.”
Written on a postcard made out of the “Me & Bobby McGee” sheet music: P!nk cries on stageJust like you,Weeping, wailingHer pretty heart out. Where a Jack Daniels stamp could go it says:PragueJune 11, 2009I wrote this watching P!nk’s concert, and immediately afterwards she dedicated a bunch of songs to you. How weird is that?…
Written on a postcard-shaped mirror: Shapeshiftersof the WorldUNITE! Where a stamp could go but it’s your eye reflected:PragueJune 11, 2009I don’t know what I look like either.
Written on a postcard of your fuzzy dots and lights logo as it comes into clarity: You never failto evoke, provokeand change the wayI see worlds. Where a stamp that looks like a film reel could go:Tucson, ArizonaJune 7, 2009Watching the brilliant Hamlet 2 and being crazy impressed that a film actually has managed to…
Written on a postcard of a photo of a drunken group of British louts carrying S&M whips, the groom dressed like a seriously unattractive and hairy Dominatrix: You’re so lameYou probably thinkThis poem’s about you. Where a stamp could go but there is only distaste:Chateau, PragueMay 29, 2009Poor woman you’re likely to make miserable for…
Written on a postcard of a scale carrying so much weight the needle is almost off the screen: You fill mewith disgust. Where a stamp could go but there’s no room left:Chateau, PragueMay 31, 2009How did you let yourself go like that? And don’t tell me it’s genetics, because when was the last time you…
Written on a postcard of a saccharine smile tinged with a time-serving attitude: GETREAL! Where a stamp could go but what difference does it make:PragueFebruary 13, 2009I mean, really. How satisfying can a plastic life be?
Written on a postcard of Alex’s childhood home in Annandale, Virginia: There is too muchof youfor comfort. Where a stamp could be affixed by a father’s anger:Walking awayJanuary 29, 2009So abandon you he did.
Written on a box car train postcard featuring a sleeping bag, tinned beans and the blur of a passing landscape: There’s not enoughof the good kind of youfor comfort. Where a stamp could be affixed by a mother’s tears:On the way from here to somewhereJanuary 29, 2009Would going into the wild help?
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
Written on a postcard of a photo of the white racist rioters all over Oz on this day: You haveno placein a world that’s decidedNOT to be racist. Where the stamp could go but there is only your hateful presence:PragueJanuary 26Feeling extremely put out by what I am seeing and hearing.
Written on a postcard of your Fairy Challenger oracle card, #56: “Plant your feet,Bend your knees,Sway with the bumps and lurches of life.” Where a stamp shaped like a hole in my sock could go:PragueJanuary 23, 2008So basically you’re saying that I should go through life with the same principle as standing on a tram:…