p.s draft in progress

Read My Letters

Once upon a time, I believed writing made me immortal. Anything that happened to me was worth it if I could write about it. But that belief put a lot of pressure on writing. My writing must counter death? Make all grief worthwhile? Woah. Now, I believe something different: writing connects us to other people. That's it. It doesn't have to be impressive or perfect or even eternal. It just has to make it a little easier to be human with other humans.

Nowhere is that more evident than in my friendship with the poet Jenny Noble Anderson. We started writing to each other in 2019 when I was getting sober. Recently, we decided we turn our letters on poetry, art, grief, creativity, relationships, etc into something we can share.

So below, you'll find our correspondence, called P.S. Draft in Progress, where Jenny and I write short personal essays in the style of letters to each other. Letters publish through Substack on Thursdays, and you can read the whole collection and subscribe (it's free!) below.

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