I told you about this backyard.
I am housesitting for the usual family, for the fifth summer in a row.
In the last couple years I have come to dread nights here. Alone with all these empty rooms and just the family's dog, outside darkness and the moaning wind. I am so rarely lonely, but I am terribly lonely here. Lonely and fearful.
I wish I could just take a sleeping pill at nightfall and skip all of it, but the part-time work I'm doing from home is never finished in time for that.
Dear Miss Holly,As always, if you have helped pay her sponsorship fees, consider it addressed to you.
I am very happy to write you this letter. I am greeting you in the name of Jesus the omnipotent. My family and I are doing well. I got my passing grade on an average of 6 out of 10. Thank you for the Christmas gift, the project bought a skirt and a blouse with it to me. I have a sister name Juslène, we are living together. Do you like to drink chocolate? Please always for my health, and I am praying God to bless you always in all you are doing. I wish you a happy Easter 2013!
I still sing the doxology sometimes when I am deeply content. I invoke blessings far more often now than I did when I was a really pious Christian.
I still think disaster will result if I say the wrong words; I still believe the perfect sentences exist that would do exactly what I need them to do, if only I can find them and recognize them...
A vague memory from linguistics that induced me to open an old textbook:
"...knowing a language means being able to produce new sentences never spoken before and to understand sentences never heard before." (Fromkin and Rodman)
1. The Marvelous Arithmetics of Distance: Poems, 1987-1992, by Audre Lorde
2. Salt Fever, by James Penzi
3. No Trees, All Pianos: Poems, by Nic Alea
4. Emma, by Jane Austen
5. The Arc of Love: An Anthology of Lesbian Love Poems, ed. by Clare Coss
6. Love and Friendship, by Ralph Waldo Emerson