letters to the beloved written on egg shells
The beautiful letter drawings in my book were created by my art partner, Connie Saems. In addition to our book collaboration on *Harvest of What Remains, *since 2023 we have been pairing poets with visual artists to have them respond to one another’s work. Seven pairs exhibited at Gallery Twist in Lexington, MA, in May 2024. Here’s the poem I wrote in response to Connie’s eggshells. Thirteen pairs of artists and poets will be exhibiting together with Connie and me at Gallery FiveSparks in June 2026. Visit conniesaems.com to see the full range of Connie’s work.
Grief has written letter after letter
to her beloved, has torn them into strips,
has seamed the broken
words and phrases into and over
hundreds of broken eggshells
from months of morning breakfasts,
covering the brokenness
with the broken
to make a residue
of loss as unreadable
and unquenchable as Grief.
I peer into a shell, strain to read —
OFTLY ESTERDAY NORNUMB—
runes printed in tall thin
block letters, ghost words that ripple
through conjecture and regret,
the cracks between the whys and what ifs.
Grief has tossed for months on shards
of wave-loss until the shells have become bowls
from which Grief drinks
from the no waters, sips
the sea change of bone-dry fragments—
I DON’T SE LETITGO AVEN’T—
Grief has made a way-road,
sacred carvings
along a shoreline
where Grief might find
a place to rest among stones and sand.
In the leaving and leavings, I search hard
through the snipped print,
grieving my own
beloved’s WID NING FIS SURES,
his slow DIS-
AP PEAR ING
—from the exhibit “Not Know” by Connie Saems
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