December 5th, 2016


Dear Dead Hemingway

Dearest Hem,

I am missing you, the repartee we shared, the words, the dreams, and the confidences. Since you've gone there's no one with whom to share that sacred wildness we had together.

Often thoughts come that you might return, but hope fails me today and I feel only the hole your words used to fill in my heart.

May you be well onto your next grand adventure, may the words be coming quickly and easily and may the wind sweep gently across your brow.