hey eric

tonight a black line of crows
rising like smoke
flew overhead
while I biking home
against the current
of their wings

todd

a story
can be told through pictures
and words
but what in them is true

viva Delancy st. 1984

hello hello

the time
of utter confusion
endless advertisements
smiling children women and men
plastic crap
making me feel secure
and uncertain

frankford ave 1984

sandra

on thanksgiving
i sense the bustle
of people moving
to touch kin
and feel comfort
from it

holland,pa 1985

hey jermaine

like waking in the middle
of a dream
that's disturbing
i noticed a desperation
in faces
that I could not change
with a simple smile

hey lino

a hard line
defines me
or maybe defies my vague
understanding
with universal form

Theodore

under the bridge
was written
on the pillar
while fish jumped
and the authors darling humped
her from behind
it was quite touching
for this kinda thing

hi masa

a graceful dance
like running my hands on silk
mindful
yet with an empty head
it is all there

hi natalie

the window
reflects
inwardly
while my fortune reads
Storms Make Oaks
Take Deeper Root

hey eric

I almost don't want to send
you this card
or title it something witty
like
crowclawleavesfrost
but then I would question
myself

george

given that today
went by uneventfully
with some unpleasant ripples
I laid on the ground
and drank its last
light

jeanie

when something goes missing
the thought of going
back
in time
and having it again
is unimaginably
pleasant

hi mike

health care reform
wars going on
peace prize winners
and losers
all but consume
the chilly night air
in neons awareness

ozzie

life in a bubble
insulated through comfort
and control
yet pain and
heartbreak still exist
...only remedy
is to get out

dad

dragging glass negative
to the midwest
them sending them
home with you
to do the work
discovering what would most certainly
have been lost
is just one story

hi Pat

mysteries of past lives
for purposes
I can somewhat guess
a person took time
to lay a plastic flower
and hung wreathes
on the graves
at pioneer and soldier
cemetery

wanda

walking in your path
with the animals
you love
was a gift

hey alex

I often wonder
why
only serene landscapes
can conjure in some
nature's
beauty

hi laura

sometimes when the seams rip out
on all you've built
cursing flimsy construction
gives way
to untold exploration

chad

when the economy was booming
we lived with a dark
despair
looming
not far from home

Thanks Barnaby

My sugar skull
gazes at Persephone
descending
post dead saint samhaim
a weeks gone by

perhaps when a
time space continuim
opens
Nora's partrons will
mix with stairmaster
workouts
and be utterly confused

hi sheri

Today I heard
your sketches
were made by observing
the streets
on you bicycle

a morning walk
and recognizing again
all the trees that stand still
through winds
cold and hot
light and darkness
standing strong

hey craig s

automatonic revolt
moments
drab
wake
inercia is a
cruel box of fear

hey bruce

the first postcard I wrote
felt liberating
to say what I felt
in a instant
remembering names
remembering faces
reminding me I'm home
somehow that has changed

patti

gorgeous, dim and vibrant
was the day
you walked
into the voids
apparent
lush isolation
and found comfort