The subject of my 0/16/25 postcard is frayed at the tips, its petals curling inward, yet it still catches the light. The yellow florets at the center flare like sparks, a quiet fire still burning. There’s something defiant in how it holds on, worn but not done. A reminder that beauty doesn’t need perfection.
My 12/27/25 postcard comes from a shop in the Coronado Mall. It’s a Viking figure…
My 12/26/25 postcard is a single leaf on Pershing Avenue catching the winter sun, its…
For the last few years, we have hiked the volcanoes west of the city on…
Every Christmas Eve, my family journeys to Albuquerque’s Old Town, where the subject of my…
The subject of my 12/23/25 postcard surprised me in the VA landscaping: a ladybug clinging…
My 12/22/25 postcard features a single dried seed hanging from a bare branch, holding in…
