As I say in the recording, which you can find embedded in this post, or in the podcast section, this was written during one of the 5 things prompts I assign during Essay Camp. I experimented with putting this into verse as a poem, but in the end decided to present it this way.
That is so beautiful, and made me think of past lovers with a smile. There's a beautiful Carly Simon song with the line 'Do the walls come down when you think of me, do your eyes grow dim'. Always makes me smile.
Beautiful. I've just started doing these 5 things in the morning. Mine seem very domestic at the moment. Might try and break out of the immediate surroundings box.
Can anyone tell me, if you only produce an audio of a piece on Substack, is it considered published. Can you publish this piece elsewhere? Only in your own collection?
You are an inspiration for me in terms of essay writing and also coming out of hiding say, on Substack and publication, period.
I hear what you mean about wondering if this piece is a poem. You could call it a pose or narrative poem. I love how you read it, and I related to that old love that lives distantly forever. Thank you. This is my first visit.
As I say in the recording, which you can find embedded in this post, or in the podcast section, this was written during one of the 5 things prompts I assign during Essay Camp. I experimented with putting this into verse as a poem, but in the end decided to present it this way.
Not enough heart emojis to express how much I love this. Brought tears to my eyes. Thank you Summer
What a beautiful way to wake up. Somewhere the ghost of Virginia Woolf is shaking her head and muttering with a touch of envy, "Damn, she's good."
This has me swimming in the ocean of the past remembering so many fine details that I haven't thought of in decades. Beautiful.
Oh, this is so beautiful. And the first thing I read when I woke up this morning. Thank you! What a lovely way to start the day.
This is the most lovely writing I have read in a while. Maybe ever.
Summer, this is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing it. Reminds me of someone I was always going to love forever...
That is so beautiful, and made me think of past lovers with a smile. There's a beautiful Carly Simon song with the line 'Do the walls come down when you think of me, do your eyes grow dim'. Always makes me smile.
This was beautiful 💚 I’m glad you presented it the way you did, I think it makes it more achey in all the good ways. I’m so glad I followed !
This is beautiful. I'd pay for this.
Swoon. That was beautiful, Summer. I can see it being a poem, too. But love it like this.
Beautiful. I've just started doing these 5 things in the morning. Mine seem very domestic at the moment. Might try and break out of the immediate surroundings box.
Can anyone tell me, if you only produce an audio of a piece on Substack, is it considered published. Can you publish this piece elsewhere? Only in your own collection?
You are an inspiration for me in terms of essay writing and also coming out of hiding say, on Substack and publication, period.
I hear what you mean about wondering if this piece is a poem. You could call it a pose or narrative poem. I love how you read it, and I related to that old love that lives distantly forever. Thank you. This is my first visit.
“Years pass and I am still in love with ridiculous things”
Why did this phrase hit me so hard? Because it describes me so well? Whoops
Achlngly besutiful.
Past loves never die
Just tucked away
In a dream
Sometimes in the morning
I catch a falling dream
Disappearing scene
Think about a someone
I will never see again
Now it's only me again