Apr 2013
1.
Dear Penny,
Today I saw two sparrows playing underneath a tree
that is still naked from the winter. They hopped an
chirped and pecked at each other. They had no
worries, no cares in the world. I was envious of
them. I wished to be that free. I need to get away
from this place. It makes me hollow.
Always,
Milo
2.
Dear Penny,
Do you remember that night when we were in San
Tropez? We'd had too much Bordeaux, and found
ourselves laughing at the moon in the middle of the
night. We saw turtles laying eggs in the sand, their
progeny made to wait until being birthed back into
the sea. Why do turtles always do that? Is it
fate? Is it futility? I think it's because of fear.
Always,
Milo
3.
Dear Penny,
I'm sitting in a coffee shop, trying to relax. A man
sitting at the table next to mine has a tattoo of a
clown on his forearm. It is very intricately drawn.
But as I was looking at it, the clown shifted its gaze
and started to laugh at me. It has since stopped
laughing, but no matter how hard I try, I can't get it
to stop staring.
Always,
Milo
4.
Dear Penny,
Let's face it, all hope is dead. Free will has led to
abandonment. Good people go hungry, the troubled
are revered. Love has no bounds, adultery is
standard. Since we have fallen from the pedestal of
the scarred, fear lies in the hands of the just. Who's
to say why we were. We just are, and I'm tired.
Always,
Milo
5.
Dear Penny,
Consider yourself lucky you're not here. The
streets have become a fetid barrage of scrambled
and frantic contemplations. Am I a rogue, in search
of vigilant prosperity? Or does my face just lack a
certain boyish charm? I blame the church and its
benign stance on water purity. Nevermore...
Always,
Milo
6.
Dear Penny,
Please excuse my attitude in previous
correspondences, as I'm sure you noticed an
abrupt change in my demeanor. Sometimes I feel
weak. Sometimes I wonder if thinking is the right
thing to do. To act would be an adventure. But
worry not; the doctors have given me a clean bill of
health. I remain.
Always,
Milo
Dear Penny,
Today I saw two sparrows playing underneath a tree
that is still naked from the winter. They hopped an
chirped and pecked at each other. They had no
worries, no cares in the world. I was envious of
them. I wished to be that free. I need to get away
from this place. It makes me hollow.
Always,
Milo
2.
Dear Penny,
Do you remember that night when we were in San
Tropez? We'd had too much Bordeaux, and found
ourselves laughing at the moon in the middle of the
night. We saw turtles laying eggs in the sand, their
progeny made to wait until being birthed back into
the sea. Why do turtles always do that? Is it
fate? Is it futility? I think it's because of fear.
Always,
Milo
3.
Dear Penny,
I'm sitting in a coffee shop, trying to relax. A man
sitting at the table next to mine has a tattoo of a
clown on his forearm. It is very intricately drawn.
But as I was looking at it, the clown shifted its gaze
and started to laugh at me. It has since stopped
laughing, but no matter how hard I try, I can't get it
to stop staring.
Always,
Milo
4.
Dear Penny,
Let's face it, all hope is dead. Free will has led to
abandonment. Good people go hungry, the troubled
are revered. Love has no bounds, adultery is
standard. Since we have fallen from the pedestal of
the scarred, fear lies in the hands of the just. Who's
to say why we were. We just are, and I'm tired.
Always,
Milo
5.
Dear Penny,
Consider yourself lucky you're not here. The
streets have become a fetid barrage of scrambled
and frantic contemplations. Am I a rogue, in search
of vigilant prosperity? Or does my face just lack a
certain boyish charm? I blame the church and its
benign stance on water purity. Nevermore...
Always,
Milo
6.
Dear Penny,
Please excuse my attitude in previous
correspondences, as I'm sure you noticed an
abrupt change in my demeanor. Sometimes I feel
weak. Sometimes I wonder if thinking is the right
thing to do. To act would be an adventure. But
worry not; the doctors have given me a clean bill of
health. I remain.
Always,
Milo
