I am prepping to mail my holiday cards — not really “holiday” cards, per se. They always feel like connection cards, and I mail them out anywhere between now and Valentine’s Day. If I push the envelope further than that (which I have), I’m likely to just let them dribble off, leaving a trail of half-addressed, unmailed cards in the basket that I will ultimately move into the back room of my apartment.
I never mailed cards en masse like this until the December after my youngest son died, now almost 20 years ago, when he was 21. He died…
Who would have thought we’d be celebrating reclusive Emily Dickinson’s birthday all these years later? For sure, not Emily. There are some who speculate that E.D. would have loved the Internet age, but I can’t imagine she would have loved Zoom and all this showing up in a non-human way anymore than she wanted to show up in a here-I-am physical way.
But there we were last Thursday, December 10, an eclectic gathering of people celebrating her poems, obviously online — so, of course, it was also a house tour, or sometimes bedroom tour. …
Annaliese Jakimides
Annaliese Jakimides is a word & visual maker. witness. rooted in cracked sidewalks & deep fertile soil. She lives in Bangor, Maine. www.annaliesejakimides.com
