tuesday is a writing collective based in Toronto . It was started from a collective desire for feedback – as feedback on writing is just so essential, invaluable really, as it can become solitary and insular very quickly. The ever inspiring Rhya Tamasauskas and Lindsay Zier-Vogel created tuesday to fulfill this need in January of 2002.

To continually inspire ourselves, we also do writing exercises, choosing a theme to write on, or an image, photograph, dance show to write from. It keeps writing so alive and the discussion and dialogue of writing and art and its place in the world ongoing. This creating of a community (however teeny it may be) is just essential to our development as writers and artists.

Our collaborations have included a playing card series, two or three pretty chapbooks, our hardcover book "mail on tuesday", our limited edition one-of-a-kind list books, "listing" and "love letters" random acts of paperly love...xo
 

May 19, 2007
Love Letter Project III

"Odes on brambles and elegies on hawthornes..."

(or just a wee tree in Trinity Bellwoods Park, Toronto).

Mmmm, the love letter project continues for the third straight year!
Nothing says spring-y goodness like coming across a love letter dangling in the sweet May breeze*

~

April 18, 2006
Love Letter Project II

The Library Love project is complete!

More love letters, one-of-a-kind hand-made art pieces with love poems tucked inside envelopes.
An extension on the first round of Love Letter goodness, but instead of casting love letters all over the city (newspaper boxes, parked cars' windshield wipers, fruit markets' cherry bins...), this round was for the library...Robarts at the University of Toronto.

I asked some of my very favourite folks to send me the titles of books they thought needed a love letter...
books they loved most of all, books they thought needed a smidge of love, books that inspired love, books they read while in love, books they wish they could love....and on this sunshining afternoon, I tucked a wee envelope of loving goodness inside each one.

From Irving Layton to Baudelaire, first editions, Nabokov in Russian, plays, poetry, fiction and everything in between...now full of love.

xo

~

July 29, 2004
Love Letter Project I

Tuesday went on a love letter rampage this afternoon: love letters slipped into love-soaked, love-sealed envelopes and scattered all over Toronto

*Keep an eye out for a love letter. It may just be addressed to you*

She sends her love west,
enveloped and stamped,
licked with remembering, with wishing.

She sends her love to the flat dry land
that looks like desert from the sky,
but is really corn and wheat
and other grains she cannot tell apart.

The wind whispers more loudly there,
he told her once upon a time
when she was pulling bit of grass,
short, Ontario grass from her 1997 ponytail,
she grabbed these words while he turned from her and peed into the river
and braided them into her blonde.

She send her love
where the wind whispers more loudly
and where she thinks it might fill his hands swollen,
his throat swollen,
his heart against his ribs swollen with love
(with remembering with wishing).