I wish I had your talent of using words to create such powerful emotions because all I can say is: "Wow!" What a touching poem that stirs up feelings inside me that, right now, I don't want to deal with. "wow!!"
when my dad passed away I included a screenshot from You don't have to say you love me in the carousel of images announcing his passing ( I should have done more about the damn door)
Once again, humanity is rescued by a random thought of opposites. This poem is juxtaposed with some evocative language. As I listen to Celtic music on AccuRadio, I am reminded that calmness is a gift too. Your words soothe the wary heart. We are all wild and innocence in various stages of development.
Dear Mr Alexie: a few weeks ago I found some exciting info about an online autofiction course that you were giving. This morning I started searching for it again on Google and Presearch and Submittable to sign up, but I can no longer locate the page, which I was certain I had bookmarked. If it still exists can you or someone please send me the link? To arturo.desimone@gmail.com
oh I missed this one. so beautifully formed, so moving, so -- you.
I wish I had your talent of using words to create such powerful emotions because all I can say is: "Wow!" What a touching poem that stirs up feelings inside me that, right now, I don't want to deal with. "wow!!"
when my dad passed away I included a screenshot from You don't have to say you love me in the carousel of images announcing his passing ( I should have done more about the damn door)
Powerful
"I didn't marry my parents.
No, it's their sorrow
that has become my spouse"
Gut punch! I resonate with this so much! The succinctness of this poem belies the depth of your trauma.
This was just too beautiful for words. And oh, it reads uncomfortably familiar. Thank you!
Awesome writing Sherman, thank you.
SHERMAN ALEXIE FELICES Y GRACIAS
Thank you!
FELICES Y GRACIAS
Hauntingly beautiful and all too relatable.
Thank you, Jill
I also suspect tornadoes are born from our doubt and fear. Loved, loved, loved this.
Thank you, Rebecca.
Thank you Sherman. Thank you
Thank you, Alix.
Once again, humanity is rescued by a random thought of opposites. This poem is juxtaposed with some evocative language. As I listen to Celtic music on AccuRadio, I am reminded that calmness is a gift too. Your words soothe the wary heart. We are all wild and innocence in various stages of development.
A beautiful response. Thank you.
Oohhhh. This one hits hard! Devastatingly good.
Thank you, Barbara.
so can I never really leave home????
With armor on, you can! Maybe!
Dear Mr Alexie: a few weeks ago I found some exciting info about an online autofiction course that you were giving. This morning I started searching for it again on Google and Presearch and Submittable to sign up, but I can no longer locate the page, which I was certain I had bookmarked. If it still exists can you or someone please send me the link? To arturo.desimone@gmail.com
Many thanks in advance to you and Substack
I'm not teaching that class due to scheduling changes. I'm sorry.
Ok, at least I didn't miss a deadline! Hope to be updated if there's another opportunity for an online autofiction workshop!
There is a sweet normal about your words that tickle to the bone.
Thank you, Eve. I'm about a 45 degree angle away from normal. Ha!