Hello, lucky seven! Hello, lovely May.
I’m writing to you from the house where I began this newsletter, my sister’s home in Texas. I feel entirely new and entirely back where I started again. It’s so strange how much can happen in just four months. Worlds reroute. Paths shift. Love, failure, foolishness, fun. Beauty and terror, Rilke would say. It happened to me. It happens still.
April always feels like the start of something new. This April intertwined with Ramzan and the release of my first book. On the first of April, the night before the first day of Ramzan, a bright little bookstore gathering I got to have with close family and friends to celebrate the launch of my debut poetry collection, My Grief, the Sun. And tomorrow, on the first of May, the last day of Ramzan, a bright little virtual gathering I get to have, hopefully, with you.
I feel blessed to bookend such a special month this way, to align time so auspiciously with the ushering of my little bird book into the world. And I’m so lucky to be joined in this ushering by the actual dream team that is Faith Arkorful, Farah Ghafoor, Sadia Hassan, Malvika Jolly, Victoria Mbabazi and Hua Xi. I am buzzing with excitement to introduce them all to you, to hear them read and read alongside them, and to be on the edges of their glowing, gargantuan light.
April also has meant a kind of business that makes time feel like it’s bursting at the seams. So I don’t have much more for you today except: See you later! Drink some water! Stand in the sun! Read a poem out loud! Kiss your own hand! Kiss your friend’s hand! Summer’s coming! More soon.
In the meantime, tell me about what you’re reading instead?