the dead art of writing letters

hello (insert name here) i have been writing slowly, in fits and starts after having been nigh worthless due to illness. a mild case of the plague that has afflicted the ruddy blue marble, a sickness that was all but impossible to avoid due to my job. yes, i still toil at the same job. […]

postmark IV

i sent a letter to my father today. wrote it on the back of a pack of marlboros and placed it in an empty can of beer. just a note of thanks. i have given time and space a lot of thought. i scribbled carefully, john ennenbach father streator illinois two thousand and three. i […]

postmark III

i sent a letter to hunter, postmarked today. i folded it up and put it in a pack of dunhills. just a note of thanks. i have given up on bending time and space. but i hope he gets it. i carefully typed on the label hunter s thompson father of gonzo snowy owl creek […]

postmark II

i sent a letter to bukowski, postmarked today. i placed it in an empty wine bottle and set it next to a racing forum on the corner. just a note of thanks. i still haven’t worked out time travel and such. but i hope he gets it. i scribbled on the label charles bukowski struggling […]

dear whoever

hello been a while since i wrote a letter, so bear with me as i remember the curves and diction necessary to form the phrases of conversation hope things are good for you, that your dreams and wants are exceeded by a bountiful harvest of joy that when you wake to the kiss of golden […]