Six, count 'em, six cards arrived today! I love the way August keeps insinuating itself into September.
Here's my incoming wall now:
I've been doing this August poem thing since Paul and Lana dreamed it up in 2007 and I've now got quite a collection of cards. More than I'll ever use in this lifetime, but I love them and am always interested in discovering a new source.
Postcards are not very hard to come by. You can usually find a rack or a stack of them by check-out counters in drugstores, gas stations, book stores, you name it. Hotels have them in drawers, along side the Gideon's. Artists and writers get them made up as a form of networking. This year two of the people on my list got cards with poems by Vancouver Island poet Wendy Morton on them—two for the price of one stamp, if you will.
Whenever I go to Vancouver I like to take a trip to Granville Island so I can stock up on bookmaking supplies at Paper Ya. Imagine my surprise when, in the same building, I discovered The Postcard Place, a little shop that is devoted to selling postcards! That's where I found the box with pictures of the first thirty Nancy Drew covers. And this year I found a box of Darth Vader and Son cards, a couple of which went out last month and I'm sending them sporadically to my grandson who is very into Star Wars right now. And then there's the box of Onion headline cards I got on one of my forages.
But probably my most diverse cards have come to me from Nancy Lee, my amazing English aunt who died last year a few weeks after her 102nd birthday. Nancy loved to travel, and, I discovered when I was dismantling her dozens of photograph albums, in addition to taking lots of pictures, she loved to buy postcards of the places she visited. Consequently, I now have cards from Turkey, and Afghanistan, Egypt and Syria, all over Western Europe and the UK, several countries in Asia, and Australia and New Zealand.
Oh, and occasionally I take a blank card and colour it with pencils. One of these years I want to get a little fancier about making my own, but meanwhile...
Here are some more of the cards I sent out this year:
“wherever I go
I hear them
I see them.”
There is no barrier
so great we cannot
pass through, laughing
at time’s inconsequential
digs and yes, sometimes
its anger. We are
alone, yet not.