My 11/08/25 postcard is from behind the wheel at a car wash on Gibson. The soap and water streak across the windshield in a riot of color, reds, blues, and purples glowing like neon through the wash. The car’s gauges sit shadowed while Willie and Merle play on the stereo, a moment suspended between motion and stillness, all strangely entertaining.
My 04/05/26 postcard is fresh growth pushing out from the top of the cactus, soft…
At the Brent Baca Memorial Disc Golf Course, the land feels stripped down to its…
My 04/03/26 postcard is a handmade cloth figure, sitting with a quiet, thoughtful presence. His…
My 04/02/26 postcard comes from a front yard on California Street, a place I pass…
My 04/01/26 postcard is a small cluster of seed pods hanging from a thin branch,…
