My 11/04/25 postcard features a dog statue sitting just inside the trophy shop window, located just off Central. It is poised like he’s waiting for someone who never quite arrives. Around him stand trophies and ribbons, while he remains the one prize that isn’t for sale, I’ve asked. I’m the passerby who keeps wishing to take him home. Each time I walk by, it sparks the memory of the song, “(How Much Is) That Doggie in the Window?”
My 01/09/26 postcard is a spent rose, its curls curling inward, its petals folded and…
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…
