I'm glad I saved this letter to read for the slow, quiet time after my morning hike. I saved it, because I knew it would be rich and heartfelt and I wanted to sit and savor every layer of this goodness you've made together. It is delicious. Thank you. I can't wait to read the rest of the collection. xo🌿
I love the scenes you’ve chosen from all the endless stories and possibilities of your childhood.
“entranced by endless
rows of
flipbook corn
that sped by
my side window”
This is a major ingredient in the distilled essence of my childhood, as well! 💚🌽
I’m curious…
What instrument did you play in your childhood Brian? Do you still play?
And as you composed this poem, (so ripe with imagery and emotion) were you writing it with Jason’s future collaborations in mind? Did it intensify your creative process to know the poem would begin a chain of events between you?
Thanks Ann, I’m thankful it resonated with you! Long farmland roadtrips and no phones…not much to do!
I played French horn has a kid, but I haven’t picked it up since college years. In some ways I have some regrets about that but mostly I want to pick music back up at some point. Probably not horn, maybe something new to me.
I was not thinking about the future pieces, but simply the topic of community in various phases of childhood. With the Exchange process being a response, I had a relatively blank slate when starting this!
Really beautiful, Brian. Thank you for sharing. I'm looking forward to the rest of these this week.
Bliss puts this so well when they say "This feels like a waterfall from childhood to the grave." I was trying to think how to capture how I felt, but that does so far better than I could manage.
This brought so many wonderful memories which also brought memories of loss and leaving. Then happy ones of times of coming home to family as well as many who still live in my “hometown”.
Then to the adult who may still love the memories of driving around with best friends and having fun doing nothing together. The adult mind however knows the memories are painted with the brush of goodness, happiness and fun. The adult knows living there now would be almost impossible or at the very least improbable.
This is so close to those childhood games that took as long to make up and explain than to actually play and it brought a lot of a smile to my face. 💯🤭
This feels like a waterfall from childhood to the grave. It feels whole with the lives of many. such sweet music.
Thank you for reading!
I'm glad I saved this letter to read for the slow, quiet time after my morning hike. I saved it, because I knew it would be rich and heartfelt and I wanted to sit and savor every layer of this goodness you've made together. It is delicious. Thank you. I can't wait to read the rest of the collection. xo🌿
I love the scenes you’ve chosen from all the endless stories and possibilities of your childhood.
“entranced by endless
rows of
flipbook corn
that sped by
my side window”
This is a major ingredient in the distilled essence of my childhood, as well! 💚🌽
I’m curious…
What instrument did you play in your childhood Brian? Do you still play?
And as you composed this poem, (so ripe with imagery and emotion) were you writing it with Jason’s future collaborations in mind? Did it intensify your creative process to know the poem would begin a chain of events between you?
Thanks Ann, I’m thankful it resonated with you! Long farmland roadtrips and no phones…not much to do!
I played French horn has a kid, but I haven’t picked it up since college years. In some ways I have some regrets about that but mostly I want to pick music back up at some point. Probably not horn, maybe something new to me.
I was not thinking about the future pieces, but simply the topic of community in various phases of childhood. With the Exchange process being a response, I had a relatively blank slate when starting this!
Really beautiful, Brian. Thank you for sharing. I'm looking forward to the rest of these this week.
Bliss puts this so well when they say "This feels like a waterfall from childhood to the grave." I was trying to think how to capture how I felt, but that does so far better than I could manage.
This is my favourite part of that waterfall:
with confetti of
blowing
cherry blossoms
and poems of
shooting stars,
that the arms
of another
are shaped
to hold
the curves of
our bodies
and fears
Thanks Nathan, I’m excited for this week as well!
This is beautiful, Brian, and such a pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading!
You’re welcome —it was a pleasure.
This brought so many wonderful memories which also brought memories of loss and leaving. Then happy ones of times of coming home to family as well as many who still live in my “hometown”.
Then to the adult who may still love the memories of driving around with best friends and having fun doing nothing together. The adult mind however knows the memories are painted with the brush of goodness, happiness and fun. The adult knows living there now would be almost impossible or at the very least improbable.
This is so close to those childhood games that took as long to make up and explain than to actually play and it brought a lot of a smile to my face. 💯🤭
Haha! The games with ever changing rules, but when everyone settled in they were magic!
Oh yes, magical and so REAL!!
This poem is a fun trip back to the halcyon days before ubiquitous cellphones took over our lives as we knew it. 😌
Thanks Maggie!
🫶
I really appreciate the big swing you take here. It has an epic quality.
Thank you Weston! I appreciate you reading as always!