So curious to know what your granddaughter made of these, but also if she shared them with her friends. Did she pin them next to her bed, or kept them all together as a pack? It's lovely that they have survived and you can share them now with us.
I am completely taken with Arthur and his ". . . Oh? Okay." And the response of the canary. And your charming illustrations. This entire book and your Camp Letters do such justice to poetry, Mary. It's all I want for Christmas.
I feel pity for anyone who is too jaded to enjoy this. The suspense is killing me, more than a little bit.❤️!
Such a lovely thought, Rafael, for this project! Made my day!💗
Oh Mary, "when words beat their wings" that is so precious I have saved it!
Coincidentally I have just begun to write my next journal entry, titled Morning wings... all I need is time for the poems to flutter out...
There is so much beauty in this and you dear Mary... xx
Oh, Susie, I can't wait to read your new post. You write with such elegance and your prose is soulful.
Goodness it’s a slow process this week Mary… I am being pulled in all directions when all I want is to be quietly writing. December… oh December!
I know the feeling with to my incredulous surprise: contract and book trailer! I cant believe this is actually happening: https://substack.com/@alisajones/note/c-185727019?utm_source=activity_item
Believe it lovely one! It’s happening… 🔥🔥🔥
Golly, I now believe! Previously, I kept saying to me: "Believe but"the good" can disappear .." I'm so in now!
I love your poetic descriptions of poems Mary!
You write poems (I do too)--so that's grand that you say this!
So curious to know what your granddaughter made of these, but also if she shared them with her friends. Did she pin them next to her bed, or kept them all together as a pack? It's lovely that they have survived and you can share them now with us.
She was only eight years old and collected, saved and brought all the letters home tied in a ribbon.
Charming in the best sense of the word: magic tokens to a world of possibilities? Beautiful watercolors and words. Thank you, Mary. xo
I love the phrase "magic tokens," Mary. Your words make my heart soar. xo
This is my favorite definition of poetry yet. (Have I said that before?)
"A poem is when words beat their wings. It is a song sung in cage." And in the watercolor, the words-singers-poets escape their cage.
This series is a precious tonic against the times, Mary -- and so much you. 🙏
What a poet you are. Waiting for Word: One of my all time favorite book of poems--and so YOU! Your kind words here mean more than you may know .... xo
Best answer ever!!! When words beat their wings. Sigh.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better…your painting. Those words taking flight right out of the cage. You are a beauty Mary.
You are a love!
Words with wings. I can imagine your granddaughter getting another moment of joy from your daily missives.
I sure hope so!
That grandchild must be beside herself when those letters arrive
I sure hope so!
so enchanting as always ...let the words free
Ah, lovely, you are, Ellen!
My favorite painting, Mary!
Lor, mine too! plus the one with lovers on the bicycles. Thank you os!
I am completely taken with Arthur and his ". . . Oh? Okay." And the response of the canary. And your charming illustrations. This entire book and your Camp Letters do such justice to poetry, Mary. It's all I want for Christmas.
Oh, you are such a love, Maureen.
As are you, my friend.
Beautiful! Like the movement and expression in the painting.
Lovely comment, so appreciated!
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These letters and illustrations are delightful. Always look forward to Thursday afternoons:)
How sweet and kind-- and more to come!