September 8, 2018
Go to the end of Juddville Road where it meets the bay. Go when the light in the backyard rises to the tops of the trees. Go as often as you can. The bay will give you different colors every time, and when it moves and laps and rocks — those will be different every time too.
My sincerest gratitude to the man at the Write On helm, the ever-amazing Jerod Santek, and his equally amazing board. What you’ve built has been a haven to me and will, I know, be so for many others to come. There’s nothing quite so rare and necessary for writers as quiet like this in nature that opens space in the mind and allows it to slow down to the level of the sentences, and at the same time to be more alert to the sound patterns inside them. I have loved the late afternoon light on apples in your woods, the wild turkeys running with their funny necks across the roads, the deer in the front and back paths that surprise me every time, even though I know to expect them, but never see until their tails are in the air. Thank you all who’ve come to and through the house so quietly I didn’t know anyone was here. And thank you all who shared your art, your music, your books, and you who left your good writing energy at this desk before me.
With awe and gratitude,
Leslie Adrienne Miller (St. Paul, MN)
Poet, author of the collections Y, The Resurrection Trade, and others