Month: April 2016

  • Night birds and bad poetry

    Sleep, that elusive beauty Tormenting me Tantalizing my eyelids With visions A background of blackness  You fall onto me Only at your will I’m without control Sleeping is a dream

  • It’s a bird

  • April 21, 2016

    April 21, 2016

    Dear Mr. Walter, It was great to hear back from you. I certainly was not expecting a reply. I realized that I didn’t tell you my name in my initial letter. My name is Timothy F. Nash.

  • Self portrait

      

  • The Obituary of Mr. Walter

  • Colouring

    I’m fully on board with adults colouring. When I was a child, I hated colouring. Now, I find myself trying to squeeze in a little time to colour.

  • April 11, 2016

    April 11, 2016

    Dear T—, Thank you for your letter. I was very happy to receive it, as one of the things I wanted most in life was to have a penpal. There is something magical about reading a handwritten letter. Perhaps it lies in its distinction from the neatly typed bank statements and solicitors’ letters that we…

  • April 5, 2016

    April 5, 2016

    Dear Mr. Walter, I read your obituary in yesterday’s paper this evening and felt compelled to write to you. Knowing very little about your life, other than what your family shared in the notice of your death, I’m still curious about what your life meant now that you are no longer living.