What are the postcard poem rules for holidays? I always figured that if you were going to abide by the spirit of the thing you would have to write one postcard every day of the month, including Sundays. Although if you are abiding by the letter of the law and sending one postcard per day you could theoretically not write…
Adornotudinous.
Happy 4th.
Elephant & Castle [20] Pick a daisy from the bricks gone bad bear right at the moaning sea The toothy beck and call won’t/would over that pan- creatic can It’s hell on peck per port, isn’t chancy fins a Western whey Key to lines: bake her louvered door like a trail or a liver sport
My spell checker does not know Emersonian, but it does know Amazonian.
Off to put the next postcard (How to Control a Runaway Camel) in the mail. While the mail coming to me may be okay, I’m entrusting this card to the notorious Stanford post office, where a student once photographed postal workers tossing bundles of received mail into a dumpster.
Robin reporting from home: There’s a man playing with his son outside. One of them seems to be playing “Lord Sinister”; the other is “Dr. Diamond.” They’re currently refueling their ships and reloading their torpedos. “Lord Sinister is not one to give up easily. 3-2-1 fire.” It’s a little difficult to figure out what the kid is saying because he…
The best thing about the term “school of quietude” is its resurrection of the suffix “-itude,” last seen in the early ’90s in such terms as “total pumpitude.”
Welcome back, David. Coming back from Chicago to find David still silent was like finding the tent lost a post in the big storm.
Every English person I meet in the Bay Area is from Manchester. My classmate’s from Manchester. My other classmate’s boyfriend is from Manchester. The woman who cuts my hair is from Manchester.