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Praise for Letters, Unwritten (Winner of the 2023 Two Sylvias Press Chapbook Prize):
These short epistolary poems are dazzling, rich with surprising language. (To be honest, I wish I’d written some of these lines.) Here, surprise is a prism; it refracts loneliness, grief, humor, and forgiveness. The recipient of these letters is unknown—it doesn’t matter. What matters more is the linguistic pleasures leaping off each page, the way language not addressed to us can sometimes resonate like intimacy.
--Eduardo C. Corral, Contest Judge
These short epistolary poems are dazzling, rich with surprising language. (To be honest, I wish I’d written some of these lines.) Here, surprise is a prism; it refracts loneliness, grief, humor, and forgiveness. The recipient of these letters is unknown—it doesn’t matter. What matters more is the linguistic pleasures leaping off each page, the way language not addressed to us can sometimes resonate like intimacy.
--Eduardo C. Corral, Contest Judge
Sample Poem:
Dear X,
How much loneliness must we inherit?
For instance: a child with an asterisk
nailed in place of a heart.
But who nailed it there?
It was snowing, it was difficult to see.
There was an explosion of crows.
An orchestra of darkness commenced:
It could have been anyone.
It was a season of
many orphans.
Dear X,
How much loneliness must we inherit?
For instance: a child with an asterisk
nailed in place of a heart.
But who nailed it there?
It was snowing, it was difficult to see.
There was an explosion of crows.
An orchestra of darkness commenced:
It could have been anyone.
It was a season of
many orphans.
