Postcardia-cum-Poetica #43

The cardboard envelope I keep my postcards in is almost rupturing since my friends started collecting postcards to give me. This one, advertising a photographic initiative from National Archive, was in a bundle given to me by Nicole. 

The black and white has been rendered into sepia by the night lighting of my kitchen table, but I don’t mind it. Words are from the Time Traveler’s Wife baggie. 

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #41

Earlier this month, we went to the GoMA Winter Design Fair and I was ecstatic to find a box of postcards that were something like 10 for a dollar. This is the first of them to become postcardia.

Words from the Elyora fragment bag.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #38

The call and response focus has shifted to horses! As it does. 

This is Mike’s friend. I had a lot of fun playing with th words. The three small sections I randomly pulled were perfectly theatric. Image is from GOMA promotional material for its 10th birthday, with words from Elyora.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #34

Made for my darkly beautiful Owl-Sista, it takes from the Elyora baggie and a picture cut from an old WQ magazine. It continues with the dark gothic feel that infused most of May’s poetry.