We shared a love for Emily Dickinson’s high spirit that wrote itself into her poetry and delighted that Emily was also known to compose her work at night, a tiny thread that attached the three of us. It was a time when the word “no” was a challenge and I refused to rule out the possibility that one could “swing on a star and carry moonbeams home in a jar.” I looked forward to her 3 a.m.-ish emails.Īlthough she’s far more multi-talented than I am, in many ways, she reminds me of the best parts of my younger self. We just kept writing to each other as we discovered how much we had in common, and, I began calling her my friend in the night. But she was only a two-hour time zone away in Texas, and, like me, was seduced by the serenity of working at night. “Do you live in England?” I asked thinking the time difference would make it mid-morning for her. Her reply was so warm and interesting that it prompted a reply from me. Middle-of-the-night communiques are not unusual for me, but getting a response about 15 minutes later was a surprise. when I emailed a writing submission to TELEPHONE, an international arts project. My friend in the night, Katelyn Watkins, and I met two years ago at about 2:30 a.m.
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