Contemporary Epistolary Forms Day 2

[Some context: following the release of the UK from EU regulations on pollution, the countries' rivers were immediately abused.] The tabletop surfaces shrink. My brother likely sets a level place for you, cutlery hot off the cast. Let this assertion of...

Dear Mr. Penguin, I am writing to let you know that I have just written a masterpiece (see attachment, 530 828 words). And all in the month of November. Let me start by saying how thrilled I am that you will read it and hope you will publish it. We can talk about my...

PS: So, K., look, I just re-read this letter in silence. Only, I didn’t write it in silence. I wrote it with Television’s “Marquee Moon” playing, I was going to say “in the background” but that’s not right, I had it cranked up loud enough to give the neighbors a...

No one wants to know about the mess left in the back of the fridge.themossy green on the cheese the bruisey blue threading the bread. What would it mean to anyone now, so many days later? No one wants to know about the mess love left in the back of your heart. The...

P.S. Thank you for not ghosting me. Dear T- You say you miss me. You say saudades is the presence of an absence and my absence swells and surges and seeps into every crevice. You say my absence has hollowed you and you have nothing to say and no desire to say it. You...

… and very much blown away by what I have read so far. I’ve been thinking how much I love the epistolary form, and reading your writing is making me more sure of it. Thank you so much for sharing your work!

While seated in 15C from San Diego to Fresno (reigning raisin capital of the world), I couldn’t help but snoop through the reclining view to see what you were reading. The Rational Male was not a title with which I was familiar, but I admired the Garamond font and...

“By night the same muteness of humanity before the shrieks of the ocean prevailed.” Melville “A human voice, how awful in the gloom of coming night, when sky is dark, and earth Not dark, nor yet enlightened, but by snow.” Wordsworth Dearest Mad Permeating Creature,...

P.S. Okay. So, I’ll admit it’s a bit weird that I’m writing a P.S. to a non-existent letter. But consider it an addendum to an essay I wrote. P.P.S. And … it may also seem a bit strange that I’m writing the P.S. and P.P.S., and all that should follow, to my dead...

Ttvllus, You petty wretch, gve back me my letters, you know wych! Eye want the keys, upper & lower cases, for the myssng letters, even yf they must be fyshed from the Thames ytself. Can hang you by your toes to get them. Tsn’t hard to call you back, my poor excuse...