Postcards From November

I wish postcards were still a part of our written culture. There’s something whimsical and nostalgic about them, something poetic in their paucity of words and dependence on images, and the fact that they are both private and public in their message.

(An aside: I remember, a long time ago, buying a postcard that had a pretty generic beach image, along with some pre-printed handwriting that read: “So are you still having those erotic dreams about your mailman?” I found this especially funny because my dad was mail carrier–for 35 years–before he retired.)

Well, here’s my attempt at some e-postcards.I hope you find the images beautiful and memorable (as I do), and maybe even a little nostalgic, as the sun sets on 2012.

Oh, and just for fun, here are a few postcard/epistolary poems:

• A gorgeous, enigmatic poem by Jo Ann Clark, “Une Lettre de la Mer de Glace“ (from Colorado Review).
• A classic by Wallace Stevens, “A Postcard from the Volcano.”
• And one I wrote, entitled “My Dearest Son.” From Intersection, a collaboration with Ballet Nouveau Colorado. (Apologies for the shameless plug.)