Life Grows In Rings - New Typewriter Series Poem

& A Special Newsletter Offer

Before we get into today’s exclusive Typewriter Series poem, I wanted to extend something special to all of you readers of this Signal Fire. I’ve sold the Originals of the Typewriter Series poems before, offered them up to all of you special, and I want to do so again. After a long talk with

Sarah Linden Gregson

, we thought that it’s silly to keep all these here, to hoard them in binders hidden in a closet, when some of them mean so much to so many of you. We want you to have them, to be able to own the original, the only one typed, and to do with it what you will. Frame it, save it, burn it, whatever. Art is made to be given away, Van Gogh never kept all his paintings hiding in his attic (did he have an attic?) and I, very clearly, am no Van Gogh.

So, for all of you, all you readers, I want to tell you this:

If there’s a Typewriter Series poem that you particularly love, that you’d love to own the ORIGINAL of, the only one in the wide world, simply email me, shoot me a DM on Instagram, or comment below, and I’ll get back to you on the price. Lady G went through and priced almost all of them based on their power, their popularity, and how much they mean to her. Prices start at $125 (as a single signed print is $25, we thought this was fair) and go up from there. Some are very, very special and might be a bit more, but either way, just ask and we’ll work something out. Click the button below and we’ll sort it. Now, on with the show.

Today’s unreleased poem was another custom poem written for someone beyond rad. This poem immediately meant the world to me, right after writing it, it felt like some strange bit of intimate profundity about my own life, as I looked down and saw a ring on my own finger, still new as it’d only lived there a year. I thought of growth, of the way we expand internally outward as we age, rings on rings within us, all of our experiences, all the fires we’d survived, the droughts we endured, the rains we absorbed. I thought of our bones, our fingers that hold those rings, I thought of the universe and its push wider and wider, every year wider.

This poem was born from that. I hope you love it. If you want first access to these brand new poems, if you want the spoken word audio of me reading them, we’d love to have you on board here. This place is magic, and you deserve to be here. Click the button, sign up, say hello, fall in love.

Here’s the poem and the audio file. Have a stunning Friday.