![]() Over the next 10 years we’d email one another brand-new, vulnerable, half-baked poems - not for “critique,” but for encouragement, support, and as a way to jump-start one another to continue writing. She was delighted to know this - encouraged me, and asked for a poem. ![]() We knew each other for years before I felt safe enough to confide and divulge my “secret” - that I, too, was a poet, though I’d stopped writing poetry and was aching to get back into that miraculous zone. Back then, I never dreamed I would ever meet Erica let alone become her friend.Įrica and I met in my early “professional” life as a literary publicist promoting a book I asked her to blurb. I still remember the paisley bedspread in my college dorm I laid across while highlighting page after page. Fear of Flying, written after she’d already published two collections of poetry, changed my life. Her first book of poems, Fruits & Vegetables, was my (and remains my) treasure. I read and loved Erica’s work when I was in high school and college. But what we never knew, years before we knew one another, was that sharing our poetry would be our bridge to a deep and lasting friendship. ![]() ![]() FOR ERICA JONG AND ME, poetry has always been our first and probably most sustaining love. ![]()
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