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The Letter Q
by The Letter Q
His name is, Q. And these are his letters to friends, to lovers, and to you. Immerse yourself into his world, his parcel.
Episodes
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Unedited Unsuicide
Song by Roland Faunte - Levers.
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Crescent City, CA
The experience to follow was designed for a Creative Thinking class project. The task was to replicate a place that describes who you are. For optimal replication, please use personal headphones, or enjoy with others on a surround sound system. Only one of your senses will be targeted, and that…
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Million Dollar Slaves
A book review based on 40 Million Dollar Slaves by William C. Rhoden
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It’s Warm
It’s warm like a cookie. It’s warm like a newly drawn bath. It’s warm like a bed filled with two. It’s warm like a fever on aspirin. It’s warm like a saddle in the sun. It’s warm like a bulb in the lamp. It’s warm like a bouncy house over occupancy. It’s warm like a fire in the shade. It’s warm...
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Is She Calling?
Wait with me, calls the telephone. Listen to my dial-tone; I’ll whisper women in your ear, exactly what you wish to hear. I’m waiting , says him, at the telephone. I’m waiting on your dial tone. Waiting for whispers in my ears from women that I wish to hear. ‘Cept there’s bleakness now in the...
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Allurgy
Sometimes what you want you can’t have. Sometimes what you can’t have isn’t interested anyways. This is a letter to my uninterested can’t have.
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Pop-Tart(s)
Sometimes it’s normal to mail a Pop-Tart to Denmark
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Goodnight Moon
A reading of Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown.
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Homecoming & Waffles
Return yourself to high school, to a rural state, to the reason—if there is any—to have gone.
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Restlessness
Have you ever found yourself restless in your chair? Maybe it felt like this.
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There’s
There’s only so much you can have, so much to let go. If nothing else, I at least hope to be better to her than he was to you.
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Psalm 151
The 151st Psalm.
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Birthday Thank You
The postmaster does all within their power to deliver my thank you. Consider with me, the journey.
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The West
A letter to the west. How is she? What is she? We're sorry, West.
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Before It’s Too Late
Before It’s Too Late, let me share with you my love, and my fleeting thoughts before I leave you here. Before I leave.
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Window Watching
Eyes lean skyward out a window, towards the sounds of neighborhood rumble, a short account and poem of the day. A song by Justin Jay, “Let Go”
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ABOUT THIS SHOW
His name is, Q. And these are his letters to friends, to lovers, and to you. Immerse yourself into his world, his parcel.
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