My 01/09/26 postcard is a spent rose, its curls curling inward, its petals folded and stiff, the edges lifting like…
My 01/08/26 postcard is a small group of pink plastic flamingos standing in a loose line beneath a large tree,…
My 01/07/26 postcard is a spent flower hanging from a curved stem, its petals wrinkled and heavy, still holding traces…
My 01/06/26 postcard is a roadrunner standing rigid on the edge of a wall on Summer Avenue, its body pitched…
My 01/05/26 postcard is a split seed pod from a red hesperaloe, its thick, textured walls opening just enough to…
My 01/04/26 postcard is a man kneeling at the edge of Washington Street, carefully tending a painted curb layered with…
My 01/03/26 postcard comes from the flea market on the fairgrounds. It's a worn doll sitting on a flea-market table…
My 01/02/26 postcard is a trio of flowers in a yard along Baker Avenue, long past their peak, reduced to…
My 01/01/26 postcard is a roadrunner pausing along Inspiration Drive on a weathered rail, balanced and attentive, letting the day…