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Month: November 2014

I hope you’re finding your poems today

Dear Zeke, It’s been a good day and I wanted you to know that. It reminded me of a day I had last week. I was sitting at my window looking over the back yard. The boy sat with his head in his hands. He didn’t get his way and…

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Sait Faik and the inspiration to write

Dr. Bayindir, Months ago, perhaps now over a year, you recommended a Turkish writer to me by the name of Sait Faik Abasiyanik. I’d actually forgotten your recommendation and was only recently reminded of it. You gave me a card with Sait Faik’s name on it. I stowed that card…

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The weight of time, or You don’t get any older than dead

Dear Alex, Today I turn 52. I have friends who have died at this age, and some younger. I think about 52 and what it means in terms of age and time. I’m fortunate. The Anasazi lived until their teeth wore out around the age of 35. At the beginning…

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Good times mean bad times

Dear Jim, I only have an hour to craft a decent letter to you. I know it’s been a while and I haven’t been much in touch recently. I was glad to see, via Joyce, that you’re back to work. This means, I hope, that your elbow healed up well…

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