At the beginning of the August, Santa Fe, New Mexico had a severe shortage of mail carriers. For five days my postcards sat in our neighborhood mailbox waiting to be picked up. The next week, we had delivery/pickup every other day, until finally the post office brought in carriers from Albuquerque to help. We’re back to six day delivery again, until… well, you know, more postal chaos ensues.
The first two days, I was nervous and wrote out the poems on paper before copying to postcard. Then, pushed myself to embrace what you had said about being spontaneous and composing directly on the postcard.
My postcard was a photo of my dog spying through a hole in some coyote fencing, Walker-girl. Not as creative as the postcards I received, but helped to ensure a postcard would go out every day.
Looking forward to next year!
Take good care. Thank you and all for being poets in the world.
Julie aka JD Eames