My writing group continues to find delicious energy in sending each other poem postcards. The cards. The little poems dashed off every day. I’ve taken to using old cards I doctor with some small element to make them silly, startling, or simply interesting in some way. At least to me. I will post them here unapologetically unattributed.
My theme for the next few weeks is Advent. I found an old book of Angel postcards I’d never used and since this is the season of angels and annunciations, it seemed appropriate to put them to the task of carrying the little daily poem. I’m still typing them in the dawn by candle light.
Actually today’s card is an angel-altered Georgia O’Keeffe.