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august poetry postcard #8

August 10, 2009

Another postcard for the August Poetry Postcard Festival. Unfortunately, like the last one, it’s in the vein of the predictable and the indulgent. It happens. You have to let it go. I let this one go all the way to Walkerton, Indiana.


  1. August 10, 2009 9:53 pm

    Struggling with our roles and the different personas can be tough. This poem explores that terrain well. Brutal honesty is painful but therapeutic for the poet and the reader. You’re right, it has to come out.

    I love how you made your own postcard. What kind of pen do use use? My uniball gell is not working too well on the cardboard. Very gritty and spotty.

  2. August 11, 2009 11:54 am

    thanks, christine.

    my pen? i always use a pilot pen: precise “rolling ball.” whatever that means. but it has to be “extra fine.” and i have to have that pen for my journal. for everything. other pens make me very cranky.

    except! except! i have an alien pen that used to be my lucky pen. but it’s too heavy in my hand to be practical for lengthy jobs and it uses regular old ballpoint ink pen refills and i have bad luck with them leaking all over my hand. so it’s not my lucky pen anymore. it’s been a few years since i’ve been loyal to it, but i can’t throw it away. i accused someone of stealing it once; that’s how important it used to be. (or how insane i used to be.)

  3. Michelle permalink
    August 11, 2009 3:25 pm

    I love this, Carolee.

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