On Wednesday at 3:30 the UPS driver rang the doorbell and three of us opened the door, Kyra, Rachel and me. There was a pile of fourteen boxes almost too heavy to lift. Kyra cut the tape and lifted out the first one. Untold, A History of the Wives of Prophet Muhammad, had arrived. Beautiful to look at and just the right size. Rachel had printed out the paypal orders – except for international – and I practiced signing various greetings on yellow lined paper. By the time I arrived at the retreat at dinner time, the experience felt more real to me. The manuscript had strangely turned into a book, and I was invited to read from it at the evening program. It felt like falling asleep in a bluebird costume and waking with the wings and body of a bird.
People seemed to believe I am an author and asked for signed copies. Lots of copies. Now the retreat is over and I will send out more book orders in the next few days. In case you want to have one, here is the information for ordering: http://tinyurl.com/yawrm2u …I’m still amazed.
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Your wonderful UNTOLD is now in the woods of Maine. I will spread your words.
Here’s a poem in thanks:
TO ONE FOR WHOM POETRY AND MORALITY ARE INSEPARABLE
The skin of this peach is drawn
back in zigzags; in that
a baby Charybdis
of rot twists down
toward the peachstone
lazily. At 3′,
3″ the table bears
five oranges, one splitting
like the peach, two pears and room
for more food.
Across the room
a girl, sexy, legs crossed,
intense as an animal,
has her skirt played with by
sunbeams. On her finger
is a small diamond that recalls your mind.
ars longa…..,
Henry Braun
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