Saturday, June 20, 2026

Poetry

 


June 12, 2026

Diana Wortham died five days before she accepted my Facebook Friend request. 

Stephen says this of How to Spend Your Father’s Birthday:

SM: 7:44 PM (55 minutes ago: to me

I'm in awe. I don't know how else to phrase it, your work has always been incredible but now that I have a bit more lived experience - some of these words cut sharp. 

Can you download WhatsApp? It's the messaging system we use here / it's so much easier. If you have it, my number is +353838638100 

A Christmas Poem - beyond words. If you can make me feel like that (I'm normally an emotionless android). That one really hit home for me. 

Still making my way through them. Each one needs breath so I'm taking my time 

Supper with DJ at Vinnie’s. Huge mastiff slobbering on the terrace. We talked about the strange politics of the church, the factions each largely mysterious to the other. Wheels within wheels. Something is wrong with the rebuilding process that is not fully addressed by the sentence, “It takes time.”


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