I am exhausted. My feet are telling me to stop, but my mind is telling me to carry on. We have been walking for hours, days, weeks, months, years, who knows for how long. At first I felt nothing, but some of my stories, my memories, are tapping into a deeper well, one I didn’tContinue reading “Postcard #34: Tiny Home In Iowa”
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Blank Postcard #17
I see the kid in the red pullover jacket sitting alone at a table, with nothing but a water bottle covered in a motley array of stickers and a journal. Their head is bowed, and they scribble furious, ripping pages here and there in frustration. One such paper flies my way, the wind carrying itContinue reading “Blank Postcard #17”
Postcard #32: The Wild of West Virginia
Time passes as it always does; either too fast in which we beg for it to stop and slow down, dreading what the day, week, month, or year brings us or dreading what we may miss as something grows and changes as it is supposed to, or too slow in which we beg to hastenContinue reading “Postcard #32: The Wild of West Virginia”
Blank Postcard #14
I sit at the table, staring blankly at the glass of water while my finger spun the straw, making circles ripple and swirl, a miniature whirlpool trapped. Voices buzz around me, but I do not hear them. My dreams ripple and swirl, ripple and swirl, a colorful whirlpool matching the one in front of me.Continue reading “Blank Postcard #14”
Blank Postcard #11
I dive, into a tailspin with no end in sight. The coaster dips and turns, eventually directing itself around one, two, three loops before torpedoing downwards, then spiraling upwards. It’s enough to make the anxious nauseated, the adrenaline junkie thrilled. Around and around, the story plays because that is what it always does, whether inContinue reading “Blank Postcard #11”
Blank Postcard #9
Up and down, up and down, we bob like a float wandering lost among the waves, sailing further and further away from its wailing owner. Well, actually we were on a float, the ferry taking us from one adventure to another. “You know, there have been so many adventures, I’m afraid I may have missedContinue reading “Blank Postcard #9”
Postcard #19: Jolly Old England
The music fades. The sweet aroma hangs in the air, lingering as an aftertaste. We sit on the roof, our legs dangling over the side, and watch the people pass us by beneath the pink and purple of the falling sun. Another day is sweeping us by, but that does not matter. I am inContinue reading “Postcard #19: Jolly Old England”
Postcard #18: Singing the Blues in New Orleans
I stop the car at the edge of a small town. From the corner, I can hear the trumpet blare, the owner taking deliberately slow breaths to elongate the sound, speaking mournfully. The saxophone accompanies it, lifting its spirits up with a lighthearted joy. I nod my head, bouncing along to the sultry rhythm sweepingContinue reading “Postcard #18: Singing the Blues in New Orleans”
Postcard #17: Highway to Maine
It is quiet. The air is still except from our soft breathes gently rippling the calm pond. Our voices are strained and weary, yet full of stories battering hard at the walls, desperately trying to dislodge the stone. I drive. Gradually, the mountains slip away, shrinking into the background until the tallest point is onlyContinue reading “Postcard #17: Highway to Maine”
Postcard #16: Going South to North Carolina
The snow finally stops, with only a few flakes still drifting across the parking lot, swirling in one final performance before the white sky lifts its curtain and reveals the sparkling, clear night waiting to take the stage. They look behind their shoulder at the hotel, but the curtains are closed and their benefactor remainsContinue reading “Postcard #16: Going South to North Carolina”
Postcards From Myself 