When water starts dripping IN THE HOUSE and not where it's supposed to be coming from...I am reminded we are 67% water and we go back to her great fluid bosom, anyway. Last year my tenants were bailing water out of their window well... and water was dripping from the lights over the sink...and there was a puddle of water on the floor in front of the sink, which was coming from the faucet...all I could think of besides the watery world of fish and monsters and mermen and discarded hooks and luers and the waders my father used to wear in a tributary of the Hudson River, was what is this going to cost me, a senior on a fixed income...Besides the swarming men. I have the utmost sympathy for your plight. I really do. XO
Your line here, these versions of America, will show up in my work. When I first read TRISIM, my brain burst into fire and all that showed up and rolled itself neatly into my work. The flow and waxing, the wacky the wailing of your poems and your prose, most esp. the prose, these I have read and tucked them neatly into my own. That's why I am the lesser. I am what goes after what came before.
Ahhh Rebecca, remember when I was in the Very Bad Times in Seattle, and you sent me that subscription food box and the fresh produce would arrive and it filled me with such warmth and that is why we walk hand in hand. I’ll never forget your kindness even though at the time it scared me because I was still so shocked by it. Beth Coyote brought me food too. So did Elizabeth! I am overcome by the kindness of women. All of you. Radiant women. XO RtL
I wish I was there too. I used to wear the strap under my chin too, thinking that was how it was supposed to be, you’ve evoked a 65 year old memory for me.
Hope things will be better once the work is over and you can have your sanctuary back to rights. Much love,
Darling Barbra I’ve set a place at the table for you. I’ve saved the tea towel you sent with bears on you know I it never used it I just display it in my kitchen because it is so beautiful. I hope your patch of Florida is safe. Love, Rebecca
Often when I read your words I think to myself, "Goddamn, yes. That's the goddamn way it is and she got it right there in words I can read." And sometimes I'm a little jealous and always I'm a lot rocked in my soul and my eyes get wide.
The tin woodsman's prepubescent daughter, indeed.
Honestly, Rebecca, I think that some of this is my favorite of all your writing. And that's saying something.
Hello! I apologize for writing Black Becky Baker stove. I should never have capitalized the b in Black. It was thoughtless of me. My appliances are all black and I feel like a goose. Rebecca
Dearest R-
When water starts dripping IN THE HOUSE and not where it's supposed to be coming from...I am reminded we are 67% water and we go back to her great fluid bosom, anyway. Last year my tenants were bailing water out of their window well... and water was dripping from the lights over the sink...and there was a puddle of water on the floor in front of the sink, which was coming from the faucet...all I could think of besides the watery world of fish and monsters and mermen and discarded hooks and luers and the waders my father used to wear in a tributary of the Hudson River, was what is this going to cost me, a senior on a fixed income...Besides the swarming men. I have the utmost sympathy for your plight. I really do. XO
Your line here, these versions of America, will show up in my work. When I first read TRISIM, my brain burst into fire and all that showed up and rolled itself neatly into my work. The flow and waxing, the wacky the wailing of your poems and your prose, most esp. the prose, these I have read and tucked them neatly into my own. That's why I am the lesser. I am what goes after what came before.
Ahhh Rebecca, remember when I was in the Very Bad Times in Seattle, and you sent me that subscription food box and the fresh produce would arrive and it filled me with such warmth and that is why we walk hand in hand. I’ll never forget your kindness even though at the time it scared me because I was still so shocked by it. Beth Coyote brought me food too. So did Elizabeth! I am overcome by the kindness of women. All of you. Radiant women. XO RtL
It was my pleasure. It’s like that old hymn~ “When nothing else would help, love lifted me.”
I wish I was there too. I used to wear the strap under my chin too, thinking that was how it was supposed to be, you’ve evoked a 65 year old memory for me.
Hope things will be better once the work is over and you can have your sanctuary back to rights. Much love,
Xoxo
Barbara
Darling Barbra I’ve set a place at the table for you. I’ve saved the tea towel you sent with bears on you know I it never used it I just display it in my kitchen because it is so beautiful. I hope your patch of Florida is safe. Love, Rebecca
Often when I read your words I think to myself, "Goddamn, yes. That's the goddamn way it is and she got it right there in words I can read." And sometimes I'm a little jealous and always I'm a lot rocked in my soul and my eyes get wide.
The tin woodsman's prepubescent daughter, indeed.
Honestly, Rebecca, I think that some of this is my favorite of all your writing. And that's saying something.
Don’t you dare make me cry today Miss M! 💋
I would never!
Hello! I apologize for writing Black Becky Baker stove. I should never have capitalized the b in Black. It was thoughtless of me. My appliances are all black and I feel like a goose. Rebecca