As soon as I find the right image I will send these out:
Dear Rachel d l p,
I think we might agree in ways that are beyond my
comprehension. You know what I mean don’t you.
Dear C A,
You just go ahead big guy. And don’t ever believe
everything you read. Not even for a minute.
I for one truly believe that you can do
successfully and pleasantly everything there is to do on
this planet by yourself. Period. You taught that.
Dear D A,
Be very careful and take just a hint of advice
from an old person. Your head certainly can explode.
Believe me not them.
Dear Tom of Kent,
You CANNOT answer a question with a question.
You need to go to couplet counseling man. No pun.
Dear Heart Broke in Brooklyn,
In deep shit is not always a bad thing you know. That.
Follow your best thoughts and think like a kitten.
Too survive is priceless.
Dear AB in OP,
When I read your latest I feel old, scared and vulnerable.
Not in that order and not a bad thing. Always. Well.
No. No really.
Dear Everyone at St. Marks Poetry Project,
Quit sending me your magazine. It doesn’t make sense anymore.