Dead Letter Department #78
dead letters i am unlikely to write
a eulogy for the plastic canister i’ve had since i moved into
Dead Letter Department #77
weather report
Winter is here: frost on the car in the morning, steaming off the roofs when the sun hits
Dead Letter Department #76
weather report
There’s a high cold fog this morning, hanging above the tall cedars in my neighbor’s yard,
Dead Letter Department #75
weather report
The first album I ever bought for myself was Helen Reddy’s I Am Woman, on tape, out
Dead Letter Department #74
weather report
A full moon accompanied me the whole long drive back up I-5 Sunday morning, all five hours of
Dead Letter Department #73
weather report
The basil on my windowsill is growing increasingly leggy & strained-looking, and yesterday morning was what felt like
Dead Letter Department #72
weather report
The sewer system on my house (she turned 100 a couple years ago) began to sputter and complain
Dead Letter Department #71
weather report
My friend & I used to joke about cart rage at Trader Joe’s—similar to road rage,
Dead Letter Department #70
weather report
The smoke’s gone for now, but while it was here, hanging low over everything, it suffocated what