gurdonark

early morning, can't sleep, making a mail art card...green corrugated plastic, affixed throwaway camera photo, weed patch at Sister Grove Park, with old sign which says "briar patch"....the picture has a huge white bar/error on the right side, perfect for my inserted lines...."when she left me, I knew she spared me many thorns, but I longed to be pierced again"...mailing it off to a stranger on the postcardx list....thought about how I need a scanner or a digicam, so I could post the card, but then thought that it's a bit like an ebay auction, a good thousand words is worth one picture....and I'm musing about asynchrony of maturity, and times long past, and things that weren't meant to be.