Dear sexy people,
This past week has been unusually busy as I started a new job, so the promised backstory to “A Strip Club in Virginia” has been delayed by, well, a strip club in California.
A Strip Club in Virginia
Dear sexy people, There is a story to this poem. It begins roughly two decades before I started writing it, traverses two entangled love affairs, constellates parallel lives, and ends with a new twist on the old Aristotelian mimesis debate—moving into the social and spiritual plane of divination to consider how sometimes, unbeknownst to us, poems prophesize the future.
While I will post that piece of writing in the coming weeks, today I want to share another poem from my current project. If you would like to read “Grief” but do not have a paid subscription for financial reasons, please feel free to reach out and I will gladly send it to you. Trust me, I get it.
Below I enclose my first newsletter, “Death of a Gentleman,” in addition to “Grief,” since I was happy to see some new subscribers. I’m so very grateful to y’all for reading and sharing my work!
xx,
Alison
Death of a Gentleman
Dear beautiful people, I am excited to kick off this newsletter with a work in progress that I started drafting during a Sex Writing Workshop facilitated by the amazing Raechel Anne Jolie. I want to thank Raechel, whose memoir I loved so much I made a playlist...
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