Author Archives: stevelew

[In these March letters we seem to have settled into a routine of seeing each other on Fridays while we continue to deal with the frustration, represented by Olf, of our otherwise separate lives.  In this first letter, Carol talks … Continue reading →

A back and forth some time in March beginning with my letter describing a visit to the orthodontist, and then on to the movie Reds.  In these letters, we both play off the word mesh from my poem. Saturday Morning … Continue reading →

An exchange of letters some time in March it seems, begin and end with references to Olf, our personification of frustration at our enforced separation.  My letter accompanied a few poems,  to which she responded as well as a reference … Continue reading →

[In these letters, I tell Carol how I am delaying the fatal step of leaving my marital home while she deals with her growing frustration.] This first mentions a “truce” in my marital home as conditions there had been something … Continue reading →

Starting with this post, the upcoming letters deal with the movement toward my leaving my marital home.  They are thus intense I have found that sequencing during this period s difficult because postmarks on envelopes are unclear, often unreadable for … Continue reading →

Some six months or more into our relationship, the strain of our circumstances, the inability to be with each other, begins to show itself as it does in this letter from Carol in February, reflecting our separation after an afternoon … Continue reading →

Carol responded to the cat on the birthday card I sent her with a long meditation on her cat Infinity.  I’ve edited it down for length.  She also included a handwritten note to which I responded with a poem. Steve, … Continue reading →

For this post, I’ve edited down a very long letter from Carol, which begins  by placing herself for some reason in a building at SUNY at Stony Brook (SUSB).  It’s likely that the friends she mentions visiting toward the end … Continue reading →

The correspondence I have presented thus far is one-sided because my letters to her, to which she refers, were sent to her parents’ house in Old Mission during her annual summer visit there and before she moved to Brooklyn.  I … Continue reading →

This follow-up to her description of  working with her family on the cherry harvest offers a meditation on woman and machine as well as a paean to her roots.  My guess is the machine in question is a cherry shaker, … Continue reading →