BURGUES

Evoked by a pen stroke. A gesture. A letter. There may be nothing more beautiful than written words. The voice you hear in your mind, through a page. A handwritten letter. A disappearing grace. The failed replacement so crude. So crass. Caricatures of character. Excommunicated vowels. Hollow hieroglyphs. Lost in the text, sure.
Okay. Ok. K.
I have saved an uncountable number of letters. Love notes passed in the hallways, tucked in lockers from childhood trysts. Packed in old shoeboxes. I can still hear my father’s voice in the words left on windshields. Some still in their 10¢ postage sleeve. Some favored lost lists. Found again, left on photocopy machines. They read like poetry, in voices I don’t know. A decade of early morning messages, left for 4am crew calls on backs of call sheets. Hung on bathroom mirrors. Tucked under lovingly waiting coffee cups. I have buried some of these letters under trees. Burned some to set their spell free. Hidden them in the holes in walls at favored NY bars and Bowerys. Treasures left for future finders. I have one permanently placed in the breast pocket of a leather vest I wear. Armor.
A gift for when I’m gone. A promise in a secret will…. Perhaps payment enough, an Obulus for Charon.

All of them are lyrics, to one song.
All of them a signature.

BURGUES

A lyrical sinuous script of light.
Designed and handmade by Jason Koharik, 2020.

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