dear you,
deerbird is a child, a baby really, the terrible infant of well, a deer and a bird. love made deerbird, but it was very unromantic love–bird cleaning deer, deer carrying bird from here to there when bird’s wings were too tired to flap. bird showed deer how to avoid people. deer bought bird a shot of whiskey. bird was in love with a cat before meeting deer. bird gave it all to that cat. deer was lost in the city, bird was tired, and they met. that’s how it happened.
deerbird will be leaving love notes around san francisco. one might be addressed to you or maybe not. i hope you find one. some of these notes will come back to deerbird. as they do, they (and any response) will be posted here. late september there will be some notes left in new york. perhaps other cities will follow.
deerbird will also post a story, once a month, about love. first from friends and then from you. submissions will be accepted soon.
what will grow here on deerbird is love–random, unrequited, true–perfect love.
xxooxx,
deerbird