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Dear Bo
Dear Bo
Dear Bo
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Dear Bo

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A lover goes to prison. The partner is home alone, left to wonder in this book about incarceration and it's effects on those left behind. "Dear Bo" gives us the insights of only one character; the letter writer, who pens them for her beloved in prison. The real reward is not only the experience of doing time with the protagonist, but the soul-shearing honesty with which the letters reveal her secrets, unfulfilled dreams, the alienating effectsof incarceration and the horrifying cost of everyday casual cruelty.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKen Amen
Release dateJun 1, 2013
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    Dear Bo - Ken Amen

    Dear Bo

    by Ken Amen

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2012 Ken Amen

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    Dear Bo

    Introduction

    Dollie and Bo are lovers, fated to be joined together, even as the outside world has forced them apart.

    In this series of letters, Dollie writes her boyfriend in prison, translating her hopes and fears into raw natural beauty on the page. We hear only Dollie's side of the exchange, and this creates sympathy for her while also spiking our curiosity about how Bo reacts...or doesn't.

    Dollie shares with her Bo—in an intimate and unflinching style that only a lover can—how being kept apart from her man affects her. From one letter to the next, we can eavesdrop on a sensitive, devoted, imperfect woman. We can feel her agony as her emotional pain swells and morphs into physical trauma. We can cheer for her as she imagines being together with Bo. And we can nod with solemn humility when she writes of temptation. Of being human.

    As the letters go on, we get a sense that perhaps Bo may not be able to keep up with Dollie. Her lighthouse is active as ever, but its beacon may be failing the moored Bo. It seems the long night, begun forever ago, will never end. Will their forced isolation be too much to overcome? Or will their love pull them through the endless night for the promise of a new day to begin?

    Dear Bo,

    Yesterday was my birthday, Bo. A whole year has passed like nothing. I forgot what year it was, but at noon today, I remembered out of the blue, Bo. I hope you are still there, but the place would have to be pretty awful for you to move. How do you like living without freedom, Bo? If you think you are not free at all, then imagine twice as much confinement. And that's what I get up here, B. I often think about you sitting up looking at the ceiling light. I am tired, now. It is late at night. I am tired, now. I need to go to bed, Bo. I will think of you. I have stomach-turning doubts about myself when I don't think of you. I think of you even in the hour of the wolves.

    Dollie

    Dear Bo,

    I ate runny eggs this morning. I wish you were here to cook for me, Bo. It's cold up here, Bo. There is nothing to do, and there is nothing to see. Do you have a jacket, Bo? I'll get you one if you want me to. My bones, stiff as boards—I want you to come and soften them up, Bo. I am flashed, cramped and feeling a little dizzy. It is that time of the month. I didn't go to work, Bo. I stayed home and drank coffee, instead. A car parked on our block and tooted its horn. The house is a mess, Bo. I think I'll eat a pie. I don't need it, but I'll eat it anyways. If you were here, I'd offer you a piece, because I love you.

    Dollie

    Dear Bo,

    I read poems aloud in the nude last night. Love songs. They made me feel good. They made me think of us, devouring each other's body and soul, Bo. Do you ever read anything, Bo? I am putting on

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