Keveen is currently in Morocco working on his next book, and when I had my previous P&B release at The Princess Cinema in Uptown Waterloo, he was on a cycling adventure in France, where he now lives.
To honour the book's original release, Keveen wrote a piece for me to share with the audience that night, and I thought I'd share it below for nostalgia's sake.
For those new to the P&B story though, here's something you probably don't know and it helps to preface what Keveen shares so that his words will have some context and make more sense to you.
When I first published The Poet & The Butterfly, it got picked up right away by the creator of a kickass magazine at the time (Qatalyst), and she contacted me for an interview.
I felt so proud and excited, as did Keveen, but then we did the interview and although it went amazing and she was so in love with the book, her questions about our tender romance were hard for me respond to. I felt so shy and exposed and vulnerable and protective. I felt uncomfortable when she referenced certain emails. Private emails. OUR private emails. Yet emails I made public.
I realized I was not at all ready to expose our hearts to the world. It was still so raw for me, and I asked her not to publish the article as I was no longer sure I wanted to gift the world with our story. Not the best business move, but I didn't have the ability at the time to endure some stranger's eyes on our words and hearts. Pretty silly, I know, given the fact that I published the book for others to read.
Keveen did not feel as I did but supported my choice nonetheless (as he always does), and it was about another year before I felt ready to try again. With the love and support of my dear friend, Anna, I added even more emails, more of my voice to the book, changed the format, size and style, and then had the official book release, which went splendidly.
So all in all, it took about two years to get to the point of being able to comfortably share this work.
And now 10 years later, having added even MORE juicy emails than the previous edition, I feel I have finally grown into The Poet & The Butterfly and into myself enough to share something so very personal with you all.
It's the 10 year anniversary of when our romance happened and when the emails took place, but it feels like the true birth of The Poet & The Butterfly as a book.
This is the version I had to grow into.
It’s as it’s meant to be.
Without further adieu, here was Keveen's sweet message for my guests at the last book release...
It’s cold, raining and my butt hurts. I’ve been cycling for so long now that my body is in total exhaustion. I feel the joy of natural drunkenness.
Although I would not give up anything to be exactly where I am, on this particular night, there is a feeling of, “I should be in Waterloo, sitting in front of you.”
I wouldn’t want to come as Keveen, the poet of our creation...it is your night. You’re finally giving birth to our baby.
Now that I think of it, you’re a peculiar elephant. Two years of gone since we last touched, and yet you still love me with the same intensity. You officially broke the pachydermic gestation record. It took you a while before being fully ready to deliver our work to the world. The whole pregnancy marked your last two years.
At first you thought we had made a mistake...you felt a bit guilty, but incredibly happy. You called your friends to announce the good news, still fearing that it would not survive in your womb. Then, you rejected it, you threw up, you cried, you hated the father for making you go through that pain while he was enjoying his sunny time on the cote d’azur. Ah, the French sun.
But with all the care in the world, you let it grow inside you, feeding itself from your blood. It was no longer our baby...I was the donor, the seed giver if you will. I merely planted something. It was your creation breathing its first joy. You told Paige about it, and she was ready to share the house, her mother and her life with another one. Another little being that was to take all your attention. She was strong and wise for such a young age.
As I kept bumming around the world, one day I received the x-ray of our work. A sample of what it could one day become if I was ready to accept it.
I could hold it in my hands, smell it, see it taking life and starting to love it...more than I expected it first...I slowly became a father.
Although you went through much pain still questioning, I’m more than happy that you never opted for abortion. It needed to see life, to be seen by the world.
Today, I am the proud, yet passive, father of your child. Your pains are rewarded. It is your day to shine and to show the world your baby and how beautiful a mother you are. Show it in its perfection.
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