I love all of Shawna Lemay’s writing. I follow her blog, Transactions with Beauty, delighting in her gorgeous photos and her references to other writers and artists. I have devoured her essay collections and her novels. I’ve sat slowly with her poetry, surrounded by other books and little doodles. I relish the quiet thoughtfulness that Shawna’s writing provides. It nourishes me.
I’ve been painting those wings for a long time. I’ve always loved wings. I think of angels. I used to collect feathers, but my mother worried about bringing insects into the apartment. Feathers seemed magical to me. When we moved, I used to dream I could fly back to my old house, an hour away from the city.
“I touched the feathers, the dead feathers. And I felt everywhere he had been, everyone he had touched. I learned that everything affects everyone.” 
AMY: I read your card. I did manage to make out your handwriting. I know many can’t read it, but I always could. It’s art of its own, those slants and marks. I made myself a pot of tea as you asked, an aromatic chai you sent me in the last parcel.
LED: Tea makes me feel so much better. It warms the heart and sets my mind to dreaming. I should go make some tea too. [Wanders off, sound of water coming out of a tap, spoon hitting cup, returns.]
[AMY is holding up a tiny red notebook and little pen.] Welcome back.
[laughter] So where were we?
Did you read a long time?
AMY: I read only the first chapter. This is a book that I needed to read slowly in small bites. The little photo reproduction of the Albrecht Dürer artwork, Left wing of a Blue Roller. I gazed at it until my tea went cold. All those variations of blue in the feathers, and the join of the feathers to the body of the bird. I contemplated that connection. They say he painted it when looking at the dead bird. I thought about art and immortality. I went off for a while to my office and looked it up to see the painting online. I don’t know the author, but I believe she would like that her inclusion of this piece set my mind off on tangents. I’d like to make some woodcut stamps. Wings perhaps.
M: When women get together this happens, though, when we really listen to each other and look at each other. It’s simply that. That’s what’s happening. And I really do believe, if I can be said to be a believer, I believe that everything affects everyone. What we’re doing here has meaning. This is where meaning is found. where it arises.” 
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Author of Kiki (Chaudiere Books, 2014, now with Invisible Publishing), A World of Yes (DevilHouse, 2015) and Coming Together Presents Amanda Earl (Coming Together, 2014), over 30 chapbooks, Earl’s most recent work is the short story, “Do Smurfettes Dream of Electric Blue Blush” published in Big Book of Orgasms: Volume 2, 69 Sexy Stories (Cleis Press, 2022). Most importantly, Earl is a reader. Please visit https://linktr.ee/amandaearl for too much information about Amanda Earl. Or connect with her on Twitter @KikiFolle.
|photo by Charles Earl|