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  • Dear Kiki, Remember when we were pen pals
    and wrote long long letters to each other,
    so long and personal we knew every corner
    of each other's souls? Remember when those letters
    were hand-written, years before our penmanship
    degenerated into scrawl? Remember once,
    long ago, when I made beautiful hand-made cards,
    each one unique, hand painted, and designed
    with a certain person in mind, sometimes you,
    sometimes another friend?

    Recently, I read that they no longer teach penmanship
    in school. No one is expected to know how to write.

    But I still remember. And I could write to you on paper,
    make you a card, again, and paste on a stamp.
    You could wait and wait for days until it comes,
    and open my card to hold my heart in your hands.
  • Notes:
    1)I'm not as skilled at penmanship as I used to be,
    but I haven't entirely forgotten. Sometimes,
    I still make cards. I sent a couple to Mubin in India
    (Mubin's on cowbird somewhere). If you are interested, let me know.
    2)This painting, dedicated to Kiki Suarez, is painted with acrylics and soy-based paints on rice and weed paper in a sketchbook made by an artist we met at a street fair in San Rafael California on our vacation. The book, cover, pages and binding are made of all natural materials gathered in Malaysia by the woman we met, whose name I do not know. She was pretty and nice. The paper is a natural tan color and I wanted to allow it to show through the painting.
    3)This is a letter poem, so feel free to play along and write one of your own.
    PS: This is the first full-sized sketch in the sketchbook.
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