Category Archives: Sig
Sigurd 2/24/2015 – To Whom It May Concern
Tuesday 24 February 2015 To Whom It May Concern: Spent the past two weeks wondering if I should give up this letter writing business. Maybe just toss it aside and let somebody else pick up the slack. I am sure … Continue reading
Sigurd 2/10/2015 – The Good Son
Tuesday 10 February 2015 For a week I have lived on the brink of despair, overpowered by physical pain, overwhelmed with connected emotions, and though not thinking of leaving this earth, of withdrawing into the particular corner where I have … Continue reading
Sigurd 12/23/14 -The War Within or Sleepless in Port Hueneme
The War Within or Sleepless in Port Hueneme Thy sea, O God, so great, My boat so small. It cannot be that any happy fate Will me befall ~Winfred Ernest Garrison Tuesday 23 December 2014 Here I sit, 4am, digging … Continue reading
Sigurd 12/9/14 – The Spirit Will Carry Us
Tuesday 09 December 2014 Sig, For years we hung around AA meetings listening to dry drunks blather on about all the cool stuff God wants for them. He is a magic critter with a magic wand who turns all the … Continue reading
Sigurd 12/2/2014 – Coming Darkness
Coming Darkness Tuesday 2 December 2014 We have spent the whole week at the edge of tears, Sig. A week of gritted teeth, immersed in the festering wound that is Ferguson. It has provoked us to dig deep into our … Continue reading
11/18/14 Sigurd- Come Dance With Me
Tuesday 18 November 2014 Hey Bro, remember how we are taught that if we work hard enough, we can be anything we want to be. That was drilled into our head. It was presented as an absolute truth. What bullshit … Continue reading
Sigurd 11/11/14 – All the Flowers
All The Flowers Tuesday 11 November 2014 Armistice Day Sig, Here we are again, sitting through this thing that used to be called Armistice Day. On the eleventh hour of this day in nineteen– hundred and eighteen, the grotesque slaughter … Continue reading
Sigurd 10/28/2014 -The Grind
Tuesday 28 October 2014 Boy Sig, what a week this has been. Physical pain bore down on you. It was your constant companion. It intruded into everything. Even sleep. Hard to remember life before. Seems like it’s never been any … Continue reading
Sigurd 10/21/2014 – Find Your Bliss
Tuesday 21 October 2014 Sig, I’m writing about losses we’ve experienced. Mister Counts, Dirty Bob, Fabulous Freddy Flitter, Horny Ernie, and those we knew who were instantly transformed to star dust when a Zuni Rocket cooked off and turned the … Continue reading
One Year of Letters 