julian assange

i am pretty sure they are trying to kill you too.  mainly with grief.

collateral murder.

but you are not dead.

hang on.

don't get assassinated.

and thanks for everything

mary

dear bradley manning

i think they are trying to kill you.

its killing me.

stay positive.

mary

tony hauth 9/11 suicide

you are infinity now.
would any of this cheer you up?
bon jovi, britney spears?
rose petal tea?

cedarwood?
dumpster-diving perfectly edible organic kale?
the beauty

could you see beauty?
i couldn't either until late september.
beauty in the cold shadows october 1 and 2.

i met thom yorke days after you died.
wikileaks.
reine fiske guitar.
something might cheer you.
a friend to say: hang on.

but i say go, go
journey to the end of the night, to the end of solitude, and pain, find more, when so much might consume . . .
you take it easy now, and i stumble blindly down the same hall of horrors.

you were quick like that, and dear.
bp oil
wikileaks
9/11 suicide

you fell into my arms and out

dear elmer

you could have taught my mom some finnish and swedish.

but you were the quiet type.

it's okay.

mary

dear father

stephen richard eng,

i know you are not dead.

but you don't talk any more.

you were such a big talker.  thanks for all the words.

like "interestingly enough" and "profound" and "astute."

i'll come see you soon.  i can't wait.

love, mary eng

dear elliott smith

i think i almost had a fatal heart attack a week ago from last sunday over "punch and judy"

just the first 20 seconds of it made me so sad my heart pounded so hard it hurt me.

i think that is what they mean by dying of a broken heart.  except i didn't die.

so that's cool.

i think its kinda cool you might kill me from the grave.

lots of people miss you,
mary

anais nin

i wouldn't sleep with my father, but overall he was pretty cool.

thanks for writing though.
mary