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August 29, 2012

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As he was walking all alane, Baby Zombo heard twa corbies makin’ a mane. Portrait #3: sent to Diane Keys. Elgin, IL

August 28, 2012

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Two letters from Whitney Reinhard to Suzy Anderson.  These are pdf documents.  You must click on the links to view them:



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“Lives of the Annointed”–mailart and prose poem sent to De Villo Sloan, NY


Sometime during the unbridled wysteria that engulfed Solar Festival 2012, faithful correspondent Theresa Williams sent us this lovely material commemorating the immortal poets Walt Whitman, H.D. (Hilda Doolittle), and Lorine Niedecker. Ms. Theresa is well-aware that all three poets meet the requirements of taste and decorum that make them worthy of mention by MinXus-Lynxus.

We are so happy to learn that Ms. Theresa has been appointed (even if by herself) President of the New Arazamas Literary Society. We can understand why she was selected. Here is the beautiful reverse side of the “Lives of the Annointed [sic]” card:

We are moved by the sentiments expressed as well as the fine quality of the printing. Concerning Lorine Niedecker (1903-1970), who might not be as familiar to the discerning as Walt Whitman and H.D. (we always defer to Mr. Robert Duncan on that subject), MinXus-Lynxus very much approves of the company she…

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Baby Zombo is a broken doll I found at Goodwill. I paid 25-cents for him, painted him to resemble a zombie, and am in the process of photographing his adventures. Each portrait of Baby Zombo will be sent to one recipient in my mailart network. To follow Baby Zombo’s adventures, click on the tag, “Baby Zombo” in this post or on the sidebar of this blog. –Theresa Williams

Baby Zombo: Portrait 2. Sent to Angie & Snooky

August 27, 2012

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Baby Zombo is a broken doll I found at Goodwill.   I paid 25-cents for him, painted him to resemble a zombie, and am in the process of photographing his adventures.  Each portrait of Baby Zombo will be sent to one recipient in my mailart network.  To follow Baby Zombo’s adventures, click on the tag, “Baby Zombo” in this post or on the sidebar of this blog.  –Theresa Williams

“Portrait with Dead Tree.” Baby Zombo’s first portrait. Sent to Stephanie Blake, Alabama, USA

August 26, 2012

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An artsy pdf version of Suzy’s letter can be read by clicking here:  Letter_to_Whitney_Aug_16_2012

16 August 2012

Dear Whitney,

I always love the paper you use for your letters so I created my own design for this one. I haven’t used crayons in forever, so I bought some when they were on sale. Yeah for discounts when it’s time to return to school!

The Batman movie was good—I shed some tears and I love watching Joseph Gordon-Levitt act. I agree that Joker is the scarier villian. I was more surprised at Miranda Tate’s character and what that added to the plot.

I thought of three women walking after I saw the finished finger painting. I love what comes out when I paint and don’t force a vision of my art. So many wonderful surprises!

Watching the Olympics was fun at breaks between work and before I went in. I don’t have cable, but I completely forgot to watch clips on the internet. Building a fort sounds like fun! The Olympics are quite fun for me to watch, esp. the sports I’ve never heard of like canoe sprint, beach volleyball and gymnastics-artistic.

I didn’t know you ran 5k’s! That’s pretty awesome, Whitney! That sounds like a great habit, submitting once a month. Research does take a lot of time, but I find cool pieces and artists/writers I want to keep track of and read/see more of their work. Congratulations on getting “Holy Roller” accepted for publication!

After I finish this novel draft, I want to type it (since I wrote it by hand) and then organize it b/c I wrote it out of order. When I’m more satisfied with that draft, I’ll have close friends (yes, you!) and writing buddies look it over b4 I send it out to agents/editors. I do feel like it’s becoming more complete, esp. since this is round 3. Charlotte’s story makes more sense to me since I’ve tried to tell her story in different ways. Now that I’ve found the form that best displays her story, I know, for me at least, her story is more effective.

His reaction still makes me laugh. Oh, if only I had said “octuplets.” It would’ve been so much fun to say that, esp. after “Octo-Mom.” My mom is an identical twin and multiples run in the family on her side, usu. skipping generations. Who knows, I might have twins someday!

I bought Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road,” the original scroll version and I was wondering if you read it or the edited version.

Robert’s rules were funny and helpful. Some of them don’t work for me like “Rule 1: Burn your Journal” because I’m taking the Artist’s Way course, which requires 3 pgs in a journal daily. I’ve found that it helps me to see and share my life on the pg and work thru my thoughts and emotions. It hasn’t detracted from my writing—on Tuesday I finished a book, read some poems, watched a movie, worked on my blog and Prairie Margins, edited a cover letter, and organized all of my short story ideas into groups (and wrote in my journal). It was a very productive writing/editing day. Now I can really cook along on my short stories and type up poems for my latest poetry project involving motherhood, mother-daughter relationships, and vegetables and fruit. These rules have worked for Robert, but every writer is different.

I have pen pals (Rule 2: Get a Pen Pal)—you, Theresa, and Mary. Rule 3: Throw out your thesaurus has helped me. I don’t even use it in Word when I type. I find other ways to describe things, more in line with what I have to say. Rule 9: Lose the Muse—I work on writing every day, regardless if I’m in the “inspirational” mood or not. Something always comes out that I didn’t expect or plan, which is a good thing. I don’t have to control every aspect. I’ve stopped my habit (which was still in the process of being a habit) of reading a poem and short story every day (Rule 14: Stop Reading) because I had trouble focusing on writing my own poems and short stories. I’ll read when I need to read and write when I need to write. Rule 16: Write what you read. I’ve mostly read fantasy, sci-fi, and historical fiction, so I should probably focus on writing those instead of literary fiction, which I feel like I’m still in grade school learning-wise. There are a lot of great rules I also adhere to, which besides the humor, is one reason why I loved this book and wanted to share it with you.


August 25, 2012

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My response to Jack Galmitz:

The original artwork copied at the bottom of this page was sent to Guido Vermeulen.

August 23, 2012

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The Back of Suzy’s Envelope. ( In response to a discussion we had about Andy Warhol.)


A letter from Suzy Anderson about writing and the imagination.  Also some pointed questions about what we mean when we say, “Epistolary Writing.”

19 August 2012

 Dear Theresa,

Thank you for your definition/difference of depression and melancholy. The depression I experienced was definitely a paralysis. And I lost my love/joy for music in the process and even though I knew I loved writing, it was a struggle to sit down and write. I’m not sure what exactly drives my writing—I want to learn more about the world, hear other people’s stories, and improve as a person. I’ve found that I am capable of feeling sad and happy at the same time. I prefer to say joy instead of happy anymore because joy is immediately seen (smile) and felt (like I’m inches off the ground flying around). Life is such a rollercoaster that to me it seems a shame to limit life with either/or thinking. Sometimes it is difficult to hold two thoughts at the same time, but then you have the opportunity to examine each and compare the two side by side. I talked to my sister the other night and she said she “moves so fast” (her words) that the past can’t catch up to her (my words). Since that convo I’ve had several images come to mind: 1. Walking up a mountain with a backpack filled with stones and I reach up and pick one and drop it as I keep walking. 2. Walking through the museum of my life and seeing objects, pictures, and placards with biographical details, and at the end an empty room waiting for me to fill it. 3. A rubber band connecting me to Reynoldsburg and my childhood; I am attempting to cut the rubber band to free myself from the past.

I feel like I do have a rich inner life because I daydream a lot, a lot. It keeps me going and is a wonderful story brainstorming habit. I am quite the functional daydreamer. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the emphasis we put on names. Yesterday at work my boss teased my co-workers to be careful because they might be in a book someday. I was amused at the names she chose for my co-workers Tiffany (Peppermint Patty) and Jenn (Lucy). Names seem to put the object/person in a box. I go by Suzy and Suzanna, but people aren’t always paying attention and sometimes call me “Suzanne.” At first I was annoyed and corrected them but then came to the conclusion—so what? (thank you, Andy Warhol). I know who they are talking to and addressing. Whatever. I am more than a name. One big reason I don’t want to take medication is because I’m afraid of swallowing pills. Another is because I want to work through my thoughts and feelings without aid, because with meds, I could say the meds fixed it instead of myself. I want true transformation. I’m glad meds have helped people, it’s just not a choice I would make for myself. I don’t want the rubber band to snap me back to the past. I guess I’m searching for a way to control it, to control my reaction to it, to minimize the hurt, to feel better about myself, to move forward in life and truly became a healthy being who is positive and joyful and able to laugh and able to let rejection slide off because I’m confident in my abilities and strong in my sense of self. Reflection is my best friend.

Until you wrote that you understand why the phoenix is a symbol I identify with, I didn’t realize that I should’ve included it on my moral landscape. I wrote five poems about phoenixes. It is going to be another poetry project I’m working on along with the project on fruits and vegetables and mother-daughter.

I can’t wait to meet Junius Pond in your novel. 🙂

Borderline personality disorder is difficult to explain, let alone diagnose and treat. It manifests differently in each person. The simplest way to describe it from the book I read is that the constant is inconsistency. Like a consistently inconsistent parent. There are nine criteria of symptoms. Funny that I’ve never seen an episode of “The Sopranos.” Art and literature have done so much for me to detach myself and analyze and put myself in front of emotions’ train and let myself get run over. The main reason I am the person I am today is because of art and literature. It is the venue I need to reflect on myself and adjust the mirror to make new connections.

I’m glad Whitney is exceeding all of your expectations. I also don’t feel like I know her well and through my correspondence with her, I feel I am getting to know her better. What a sentence to write! Let’s see, I took your fiction workshop, modern poetry, Native American lit, modern fiction, and contemporary fiction, and my Honors Project and my Creative Writing thesis. Wow, that is a lot.

I would love to work on a series of letters about the epistolary form. It would be entertaining and educating to explore the form more in depth.

I want to let you know too that our letters and conversations and teacher-student experiences have helped me get to know you. And the letters as a whole have been a fantastic looking glass as I present my voice on the page and share it with a soul who truly cares to listen. Thank you.






A series of questions we could explore, but not always come to a firm conclusion or answer


What is a letter? Loose definition, requirements, typical attributes (letter, envelope, stamp, art, communication)

Between a minimum of 2 parties, sender and recipient

What form/content does it contain?

Handwritten, typed? Sent through the postal service. Envelope (size, color, style), with a stamp as payment. Anything else included like a clipping, photo, or some small object?

What is the purpose of a letter?

Why write a letter? Who writes letters? What about journals/diaries, fragments, form (cut out, cross out, puzzle word, visual aspect)?

What art has been used?

What is the history of the letter? (letters of Pliny the Younger, writer to beginning writers, friends, family….)

Why read letters?

Does it have other works of literature like poetry and short stories and novels, film, etc.?


Date, salutation, text, signature, postscript


August 20, 2012

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 Handmade book by Cheryl Penn, South Africa

Book Cover. Open. Front and Back.

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From Stangroom, and the world of Fluxus


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Well wishes for The Letter Project from Matthias Brugger, Germany

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From Jack Galmitz.  Jack is an artist and poet living in Elmhurst, NY.

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A letter from Sally Baker Reece, concerning her reading, her classes, and her life.

Dear Theresa,

          I promised to write to you after spring semester, and already it’s almost time for fall classes. There is a particular question that has lingered since our Contemporary Fiction class last winter, after reading Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being: What is so unbearable? How does it relate to the characters? To life?

          The book was so much on my mind that I had a nightmare after we finished the discussions. I dreamed I was scheduled for a lethal injection for not returning a library book! (Do you think it was The Myth of the Eternal Return by Mircea Éliade?) I awoke to the smell of coffee with sweeter than usual cream, still thinking of the dream, appreciating the heaviness of my own life.

          I still needed to answer my own questions after we finished our discussion of Kundera’s novel. Sabina represented lightness, a person who did whatever she wanted because she had no real commitments. When her lover and friend(s) Tomáš and his wife Tereza died, Sabina should have been lighter than ever, but she was burdened by their deaths. Then her other lover and friend, Franz died, leaving her alone.

           Sabina had no bond with anyone, no burden (heaviness) of love, no meaningful connection tying her down to this life. There was no one to truly care about what she was made of, what she thought or felt, no one to appreciate her quirks. (“We all need someone to look at us.” Chapter 23).  The burden of being “light” was so unbearable that she died. I understand the metaphor of cremation making her lighter than ever, but that was just her body. It sadly ironic that the character Sabina ,representing lightness, finally had the greatest heaviness: lack of someone to love. I think this must be how it feels for very old people whose family and acquaintances die before they do. It would be so lonely to be the last one standing!

          So this is how I answered my own question. Sabina didn’t have anyone to love deeply, passionately, platonically. No one to worry about. It did not give her peace. It made life unbearable. As a worrier, I would find the loss of those I love (and worry about) absolutely unbearable!

          It’s no wonder I would have a nightmare then. Not just from the reading, but the events in the Myrtle Beach shooting late last winter, not far from Auburn University. Then, March 2, the auto crash that killed three sorority sisters and critically injured two others. Five young women, from our own campus, driving to the airport for Spring Break, doing nothing wrong.

          The poor parents of the girls who died are burdened with the unbearable lightness of no longer being able to worry about the safety of their daughters. The parental worry that ties our guts in knots and keeps us awake at night, the burden of our bond with our children is a weight we would rather than not carry.

          The Alpha Xi sorority sisters’ parents will never be able to hear the word ‘spring’ and think of life. For them, after making their daughters promise to be safe and enjoy their vacation, it meant tragedy and ultimate loss. Just as I felt when my husband died, they must have wondered in their shock how people could go on with their lives. How could they go to the beach, to work, to Starbucks when just after taking their midterms, three young women with promising futures, were gone in an instant, ten minutes from campus, not far from my own home. Is that all? There was temporary comfort in the memorial services at the university, but the parents are burdened with the lightness of eternal emptiness.

          I couldn’t help but wonder if the three women knew in a flash that they weren’t going to make it, if they worried about how their parents would survive their losses, if they thought their parents were going to be angry, repeat over and over “if only, if only, if only…” I wondered what books the young women had read, what papers they wrote. Who will sleep in their former rooms, their beds, and not feel haunted? How long will it be before the burden of lightness, of absence, is a memory and mere story among the future members of Alpha Xi Delta?

          So this letter turns out to be heavy, which is not what you’d wish to read toward the end of summer! After all of our heavy reading (especially The White Hotel) last semester, it was time to move on! I must admit I was disappointed not discussing Sargasso Sea (I’d been prepared so it’s not a total loss!), but I understand. We needed the laughter, ending with Toole’s A Confederacy of Dunces! I really enjoy your skit requirements and I think most of the students do, too. They make the work more memorable, but of course you know that!

          In June, I went right into the Imaginative Writing Class with Wendell Mayo, then second session was with Sharona Muir’s Summer Poetry class. Thank you for recommending those professors! Both classes were intense and exhausting, but wonderful. The challenge of writing and producing something nearly every day (in Dr. Mayo’s class) and every week in Dr. Muir’s helped me make up for lost years, especially the last two summers, when I was not writing.

          I followed your advice: I wrote about my late husband in both summer classes. Our last assignment in Dr. Mayo’s class was to write a ghazal or pantoum.  He said it was too difficult to attempt the villanelle.

           I preferred the villanelle over the ghazal and pantoum because of the traditional brooding and sad tone of the villanelle, which was more suitable to my subject. So, I taught it to myself. My poem is called “Young Widow’s Dream.”  I worked on revisions for Dr. Muir’s final assignment, after studying a few assigned Shakespeare sonnets. She thinks it’s ready to be sent out! I will send it with the poem I did in your class (now revised) called “To My Late Husband.”

          Monday (a few days ago) I had lunch just outside Cleveland with seven women from my own sorority. We lived in the house by the windmill on Clough Street in the late1960s. I read them my new poem and at least a few of them cried. I’m not sure if it was because they knew my husband, knew us as a young couple, or if it’s because we’re all old enough to expect to be widowed at this point in life. Whatever caused their response, I will submit the poem. It’s a promise to myself.

          During the week that I’ve been finished with classes I have sorted through papers and reorganized my work space. I am very excited about studying Modern Poetry in your upcoming class! Oh, and this is great news—Dr. Mayo invited me to be in his workshop this fall! The caveat is that the class cannot be filled the Friday before the semester starts. I am hopeful. There’s one space left right now…

          In Dr. Muir’s class I wrote what I thought was a prose poem. You know my lack of restraint when I write drafts…It turned out to be a long piece that is not quite a poem. Dr. Muir’s comments were still encouraging: “Sally, this is an extraordinary piece of writing.  The story is gripping, and your careful and heartfelt evocation of the facts and feelings in the situation of the premature infant and his family are most impressive, clearly a labor of love.” As we said in the sixties, I’m psyched!

          She recommends it be revised as a creative nonfiction piece. I’m hoping to work on it in Dr. Mayo’s class. I must admit, I wish you were the instructor reviewing the work I’m about to revise. I shouldn’t be so biased, I suppose, and I will be lucky to get Dr. Mayo’s male perspective on my “feminine” writing.

          I would still be dazed when it comes to writing poetry were it not for the “list” exercises you had us do in Imaginative Writing. All of my poems (and to some extent, stories) are created from lists. It helps me to be more focused from the start, yet pour out the swirling thoughts on paper.

          I am also pondering the comment you made after class one day: “Maybe you’re a poet.” Even though I might not be, the study of poetry has already affected the way I write. That’s a good thing!

          Hopefully, you’re still enjoying summer. I know how you value the time to work on your writing projects. Congratulations on all your recent publications. I have skimmed your recently published chapbook, The Galaxy to Ourselves (love the title!) and once my correspondences are up to date, I’m going to throughly enjoy it without the pressure of deadlines, before fall classes.

          Well, should I apologize for the length or the sad subject matter of this letter? I’m thinking my memoir should first be a collection of poems, just to control the volume! Smile.





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From Katarina, Finland

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Suzy recently produced a mailart letter, using a pamphlet she found in New Orleans.  She uses a number of intriguing techniques. 

Front of pamphlet

Two inside pages of Suzy’s pamphlet

Suzy’s entire work can be seen by clicking here:  Letter_to_Theresa_August_412

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SMALL THINGS:  An unusual “SMALL THINGS” mailing from Anne L. Braunschweig from Corrales, New Mexico.  This piece is approximately 15 inches  by  2 1/2 inches.  The artwork is on paper which has been glued to plastic.  It cost $1.95 to mail.  The addresses are  printed on the plastic on the other side.  It has been stamped “First Class.”

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11 August 2012

Dear Theresa, 

It was so much fun to make the mailart! I’m glad you loved it. Yep, I definitely need downtime. And so far I’m enjoying it.

There are times when I feel guilty for not writing. But I know I’m doing something I can write about later. Plus I think there is a misconception about writers. They sit at their desk writing for hours. This may be true for some, but it is not so for me. Sometimes I write at my desk, in the living room or on my bed with my lap desk, at the kitchen table, in the breakroom at work, in the park on the grass, in a café, at the library, and the list goes on. Even if I don’t have pen/pencil and paper in hand, I am usually thinking about writing.  

Any emotions are hard to master, esp. when we’re writing. I have to confront my emotions when I write. It’s painful sometimes, but I know it is worth it. There are things I haven’t written yet because they are too painful for me to face. It’s good to hear that it’s normal to feel guilt, helplessness when facing trauma. I don’t think I’ve fully realized the impact of my life’s trauma. And I feel like I haven’t fully scratched the surface. I found this book called “Surviving a Borderline Parent: How to Heal Your Childhood Wounds and Build Trust, Boundaries, and Self-Esteem” by Kimberlee Roth and Freda B. Friedman, Ph.D., LCSW. I haven’t finished the book yet, but from what I’ve read so far, a lot of it is striking home. If I underlined what applied to my life, there wouldn’t be much left untouched. I have actually cried from passages and thought back of what happened when the response of the child seemed familiar. I am elated to discover that my responses and behaviors are not CRAZY, just a side effect of living with a borderline parent. There’s a lot of work ahead, but I want to deal with it and make the journey, because I’m curious to see what best work will come out of it.

I’m happy your novel is going back up the hill. It’s good to know the roller coaster is normal. Whew. 

It seems like the way for you to move on after the surgery was to write those stories. Losing her only copy of her manuscript is one of my worst fears, and a reminder of “Misery” by Stephen King. I’ve only seen the film, and it still had an impact on me.

Thank you for the link to the Andy Warhol documentary. Repression was one of my coping mechanisms. Sometimes it is difficult to identify what emotions I am feeling. And when I react to someone else or examine my withheld reaction later, I ask myself why I’m upset about it. I had lunch with Christine the other day and we were talking about mental illness. She said I have a depressive personality and will have to deal with depression for the rest of my life. I was mad but didn’t admit it to myself. I do not consider myself depressed. For a long time I was repressed because of my upbringing. I’m an introvert who is also an artist. There are natural dips in life, sure, but depression is larger than that. Mary described it as a cloud hanging over your head constantly. She asked if that was so for me. No, it’s mostly sunny in my world. I think it will all work out in the end, and I tend to be more positive than negative, but I don’t believe that means I have a depressive personality. Sure I have setbacks to deal with because of my upbringing and I’m attempting to deal with it. I did go to therapy because Staci made me promise. They talked to me and decided group would help. So I went to group therapy. It helped and hurt but it never felt like I belonged there. I stopping going the second semester because I didn’t feel like the group therapy was helping me progress as much as writing, plus the scheduling didn’t mesh with mine. I tried therapy and I refuse to take pills. Yes, I was depressed (consciously) for about 4 years, maybe longer. But once I became aware, I changed my behavior. Write more. Explore the world. Try new things. Socialize. Eat right. Exercise. Sleep well. Create. I feel like a better person because of this experience. I refuse to identify myself as depressed because it is simply not the truth. It was a chapter in my life, but one I refuse to become permanent. 

Reading the book is already uncovering the memories and emotions.

Detachment is also key because it allows distance and time to analyze the situation. Sometimes I am so detached people think I’m cold, reserved, and snooty. It’s hard to get close to people because I’ve learned you’ll get hurt if you become vulnerable.  

Thank you so much for the Warhol quotes! I esp. loved “being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.” And “everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it” makes me think of my habit of looking at technology, searching for the beauty of an object I don’t truly understand.

Living my life is what gives fuel to my artist’s life. To separate them is to stop feeding my artist. I count writing a letter as writing. A letter can do so much, let alone the envelope and other small things included. 

“I never fall apart, because I never fall together.”

(arrow) I’ll never be perfect, I’m never so awful that I don’t deserve to be here, I make mistakes too, how about we all just live our lives?

One of the Unity concepts is that we are already whole, so we don’t need to put ourselves together. We are exactly where we’re supposed to be. Being receptive is important. Hearing the messages and our experiences shape our decisions and actions. 

The spaghetti factory is pretty awesome. It’s my favorite place to eat spaghetti besides Martini’s in Columbus.

As a writer, reading Roethke’s journals was crucial for me, as well as Robert Frost’s letters. We need to study not only the works of writers but their journals, diaries, drafts, letters, any other documents available. It paints them as a person, not just a revered artist. Our work expresses our self, but only certain aspects of it. 

That’s great news about the teacher’s stories about being young.



P.S. Yesterday I thought of “Tiger Force” about Vietnam told through documents, letters, and interviews. I think interviews might be the form for my memoir. It would be a way to organize my life. 

P.P.S. I made this card in junior high when we were studying Warhol and Roy Lichtenstein.

Suzy’s handmade card

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From Suzy Anderson to Whitney Reinhard

From Suzy Anderson to Whitney Reinhard

30 July 2012

Dear Whitney,

I’m so glad I’m not the only one who stops reading a book or short story. Some stories are supposed to make the reader uncomfortable, like Humbert Humbert in “Lolita.” I just ask that delicate subjects, really any subject, is treated with respect.

Actually I have not read “Catch-22.” Don’t worry about not having set a time for our gumbo dinner. I was out of town last week for my high school friend’s wedding. Visited my parents—we saw the last Batman movie. Have you seen it yet? What did you think? I understand the short notice for your schedule. I only get mine a week in advance, so I get it every Friday. It’s nice to get used to not planning far ahead, but it is also frustrating for the same reason. I usually have Thursdays off, so maybe we can pick a Thursday.

The movie “Brave” is amazing! They did a great job. Haven’t seen “Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.” After taking an honors seminar on vampire literature, I’m more aware of the current/new vampire trends, like “Tru Blood” with the Sookie Stackhouse series. But more importantly, the course focused on the classics like “Dracula,” “The Vampyre,” and “Carmilla.”

Good job on finishing a short story! I wish you luck on your submission. 🙂 I’m, working on my novel—almost finished with the third draft. When I was in Columbus I went to the Barnes & Noble and found a book to further the research for my novel—“What to Expect When You’re Expecting”—because Charlotte is pregnant for the novel’s duration. And it was funny to get the cashier’s reaction—“I hope this is for a friend.” I said “Sure,” even though I should’ve said “I’m a writer and I’m conducting research for a novel.” The book has helped me generate more material for the novel.

Congratulations on placing your poem in “Crack the Spine!” I can’t wait to read it. I have not been sending out very many submissions. I hope to do so soon. I’ve been rearranging my workspace and trying to put my art supplies and writing materials in easy-to-access places. Poetry is mostly what I have sent out. Touching up my fiction takes so long compared to my poems. My summer is going well, and I hope yours is too! Yep, enjoy the book!



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This letter from Whitney Reinhard was accompanied by a wood-mounted rubber stamp of a key.



August 19, 2012

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All pages from Claire Dinsmore, Pennsylvania

August 16, 2012

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A poem by Richard Canard

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Small Works from Katarina Nikoltsou, Thessaloniki, Greece

Box in which Small Things arrived. (1 1/2 by 2-inches, approx.)


August 13, 2012

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From Liudmila who is traveling around Ukraine and Moldova.

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From Ana Karina (Florida) to Theresa Williams

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From Simon Warren, UK

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