My 11/07/25 postcard features a heart-shaped leaf hanging in the soft fall light, its surface mottled with dark spots and edges curling toward black from the cold nights. As decay begins to claim its border, the leaf feels both fragile and stubborn, a quiet record of a season passing, marked but still holding on.
My 01/08/26 postcard is a small group of pink plastic flamingos standing in a loose…
My 01/07/26 postcard is a spent flower hanging from a curved stem, its petals wrinkled…
My 01/06/26 postcard is a roadrunner standing rigid on the edge of a wall on…
My 01/05/26 postcard is a split seed pod from a red hesperaloe, its thick, textured…
My 01/04/26 postcard is a man kneeling at the edge of Washington Street, carefully tending…
My 01/03/26 postcard comes from the flea market on the fairgrounds. It's a worn doll…
