Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Postcard #123: "Insomnia"

Sent via postcrossing to shi003465.  She said she liked birds.
I have had the original draft of this postcard for a while.  At least as early as postcard #25 definitely before I joined post-crossing.  I had rewritten it a few times.  I still don't know if I like this draft. I am amazed how much its has changed from my first draft.  Changing POV's.  Length.  Verbage.  I think I even had a draft where I had someone screaming at the bird.   Originally I was going to send it to my brother.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Postcard #122: "13th hour"

Sent via postcrossing to paisdasmaravilhas who specifically said she wanted cards of Chicago.  I then tried to put a storycube story on the back of it.  At the suggestion of Sam...she suggested that I roll the number dice and then chose dice according to what I roll.  I admittedly liked the idea.  It presented a new challenge.  It hatched a story idea...and then I failed.  Failed pretty hard.  Barely got all the dice in.  I barely got all the story on the card.  I rushed what was actually there.  A poor attempt and I got nearly two drafts of this story done prior to writing the card.  DIFFERENT DRAFTS each time.  Seeing how I wasn't getting anywhere.  I just started writing and two of those dice really fucked my shit up.  The microscope and the alien face.  I might have been able to make pretty solid story if it wasn't for those damn dice.  I need to go back to the drawing board for my story cube game.  Not sure how.  Maybe two number dice.  One die to chose they style of play and the other to chose how many dice from the pool will be chosen.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Postcard #121: "Kenny Baker 1934-2016"

Sent via postcrossing to AriaNNa060296 who apparently doesn't want anything.  Her profile is completely blank.  Hope this will suffice.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Postcard #120: "Stages"

Sent via Postcrossing to morier who did not specify what she wanted.  But she did mention she was a psychotherapist so I figured I would get some therapy plus I had this card.  Which is perfect.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Postcard #119: "I looked up..."

Sent via postcrossing to TX1997 who wanted Alice in Wonderland.  I did not have much of that.  But I did have this card I found in Seattle a few years ago.  With a little editing I turned it into a postcard.  She also said she did not want to read "Happy Postcrossing!" Which I can totally relate...

Friday, August 12, 2016

Postcard #118: "Goddammit"

Sent via postcrossing to KHH who wanted postcards featuring nature (mountains), architecture, and religion.  I think I hit this one out of the park.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Postcard #117: "Margins"

Sent via postcrossing to Petrunin.  She wanted sentences in my language.  Perhaps some of them are Spanish but I figured that was okay.  She also wanted a picture of my city in the day or the I got evening card.

Monday, August 8, 2016

Postcard #116: "Mixtapes"

Sent via postcrossing to Pirat669.  He wanted traditional postcards featuring landscapes and nature.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Postcard #115: "Mission"

Sent via postcrossing to houchino. She lives in Michigan.  She wanted vintage.  This postcard is old enough to be vintage by Portland standards.  I figured I would send her a postcard of a place that looks warm...even though the people look bundled up.

Friday, August 5, 2016

Postcard #114: "Golfballs"

Sent via postcrossing to Alfons who wanted cityscapes.

Postcard #113: "Precious Moments"

Sent via Postcrossing to gloria_girl who wanted something cute.

Postcard #113: "Precious Moments"


from me to you

Air Mail




I think worry I write too many depressing things on those postcards. While it's nice to share maybe people who are receiving my cards probably don’t want to read my drivel especially if it’s depressing.

I won 8 dollars last week in a lotto drawing.

I finished building my new desk.

OH! I mailed this postcard which is well over 20 days old. Sorry about that. But what does it matter you haven’t been on Postcrossing for 25 days…we are both derelict…


Precious Moments

The adorable characters in the Precious Moments Collection are created by artist Sam Butcher. Through the innocent eyes and angelic faces of his Precious Moments children, Sam is able to share his faith and love with people all over the world.

©Copyright 1990, Samuel J. Butcher Co.

Postcard #112: "Jim Looked Up"

Sent via postcrossing to Tagir who wanted pinups.

Postcard #112: "Jim Looked Up"

US-4125560 “Looked up #1”

Jim looked up. Michael just sat down at the table in front of him. He had a massive apple fritter struggling to remain on a softening paper plate.

Jim swallowed unconsciously as Michael sawed at it with the dull side of a fork. Cutting through what Jim estimated to be a quarter stick of butter. Which oozed between the tines of the utensil.

Michael stopped and met eyes with Jim “I’m feeding my inner fat bitch…Her name is Sorrow.”

Jim laughed.

Michael now seeing the futility of formalities stabbed the fritter with his fork. He brought the dripping mass of carbohydrates to his mouth and bit in.

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Postcard #111: "Postcard Runons #1"

Postcard #111: "Postcard Runons #1"


Fantastic, Colorful Entertainment, Las Vegas



“Profound run-ons #1”

“I am 90% certain I would be convinced of the absence of a God if I have lived this long and gone through the monthly disgust of my period and the agony of my cramps only to be told by a doctor that I can not have children.”




Scene from the World Famous Folies Bergere at the Hotel Tropicana “Ballet”?

Sent via postcrossing to korf.  She wanted ballet.  This is all I had...if only she was asking for Liza Minelli.

Postcard #110: Cold #7

Postcard #110: Cold #7


River and Highway in Cascade Mountains


Cold #7               US-4125595


Pacific Northwest

My leg caught something and hooked around it. The current washed over me and pushed me up against something solid. It was a tree trunk which shifted on the large rocks it leaned upon the river bank. I wrapped my arms around the tree and tried to slide up out of the water. My head hung loosely over the side; My face sank against the bank. I tried to fill my lungs with air…water poured out of my mouth from deep within me. I anticipated my breath like I was awaiting an eclipse – for my will to live and means to live to converge. I could only sip air to quench a thirst. I could not slack. My eyes burned and I could barely make out the shore. I could feel the river on my outstretched fingertips. The trunk was sliding…gently rolling me back into the rolling river.




Transcribed by jjwood687 on Fiverr.

Sent via postcrossing to chris_in_burgundy.

Cold Series:
Part 1
Part 2