Excerpts of letters from the Katie archive. February 10, 1999 We have beekeeping yet again today. It is warm, which means that the bees will be in a good mood. They sing a happy song as they fly hither and yon. I sang to Andy, most sweetly, ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my […]
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On Death (1999)
Excerpts of letters from the Katie archive. May 17, 1999 She was a good pig a sweet pig a gentle pig but squeaked alot. Oh no. Wrong species. It was Ginna the HUMAN who died of itsy bitsy brain injuries, warn’t it? Last night in her Albany home, Ginna “Beanhead” Allison died with of itsy bitsy brain injuries sustained when she had earlier attacked a stud wall, thinking it was, in fact, a stud. She […]
Read moreSmall Creatures
Letters from the Katie archive. March 10, 1999 Your chinchilla can’t possibly have more personality than moi. I’m also very cute, with delicate front paws. May 11, 1999 We have 10 duck’s eggs sitting in a makeshift incubator (a “Brandywine Construction” insulated cooler lined with one of your t-shirts and with a 20-watt bulb dangling inside). A big, fat brown duck had been sitting on them for about a week, but we scared her away […]
Read moreOn Dreams (1998–1999)
Excerpts of letters from the Katie archive. December 20, 1998 I’m going to lay my weary head upon my pillow. My torso will be in another room entirely. January 21, 1999 Last night, I dreamt that I was in this communal sort of bathing area. When people threw vanilla custard at our backs, we each had to come up with a Haiku line. I did very well. People applauded. What does this mean? June 4, […]
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