A letter without rescue, without judgment, without the platitudes. Just the address.

A letter to the form, written the way a woman writes to a beloved.

A letter down the line — to the women who will inherit what I am able to pass forward. LETTERS TO THE UNDERGROUND · SHEDDING CIRCLE MEMBERS ☾ To the ones coming behind me — the ones I may not meet, the ones I will not live to see make their best work — I am writing ahead to you. I am doing this on purpose, because the women who wrote ahead to me changed my life, and some of them did it without ever knowing I would exist. They did not write to me by name. They could not have.

A letter of accountability to the lineage — not a fan letter. A report.

A letter to the woman name I may not know, whose blood I carry, whose cadence lives in mine.

A letter to the one holding the work in her hands and wondering if she is allowed. LETTERS TO THE UNDERGROUND · FREE TO READ ☾ To you, reading this alone — I know what you have been doing with the work. You have been writing it in notebooks no one will open. You have been recording it into voice memos you have not played back. You have been starting the song and stopping the song before the chorus lands because you are not sure you are supposed to be the one making this. You