A poet previously published in the Bo-Arts series, Anna Aileen See-Jachowski shares another series of poetry with Boshemia. Written in the styling of the letters from Katharine Hepburn to Spencer Tracy, Anna’s poetry is a love story reimagined in a contemporary context. These are love letters 3 & 4 of 6.
L muses on July in her love note to the sea and the sublime. ___________________ I’ve been feeling melancholy this July— yet also euphoric. The anticipation of change as autumn clambers closer is invigorating me, I think, but it dulls all within the interim.
Dear Me Congrats! Your 24 year old self just graduated medical school and is about to start work. As a doctor. A real one in a hospital and everything. You’ll make it. Pretty soon, you’ll figure out that it’s just beginning, and that there’s a whole minefield of a world outside medical school, but that’s future us problem. If I recall correctly, little baby 19-year-old Sarah in her lame band t shirts and lack of lipstick (that’ll change SOON) was spending the summer of 2012 panicking; what if you don’t get the grades to get into med school *again? What…
From guest writer Erin Ammon, musing on Independence Day about her tortured romance with the mythical dream of America the Beautiful. America, You and I have known each other for a while now. In the early days, it never ceased to amaze me how you could take any problem and solve it, bend fate to your will. You were so beautiful, the way the sun reflected off of your rolling hills, and the way the wind blew across your body with rapture and fury.