Postcards From a Summer Girl

Imagine woman gone missing, vanished without a trace. What’s left is this box of notes and postcards she’s written. Some stranger enters her vacant rooms in search of her, finds these things, and is left to imagine a life and an identity for this wisp of words as he spreads them open on the kitchen table. I’d like to begin this new collection with that bit of semi-fiction. It interests me to think of a character and a setting that could be consistent with these poems. This is a new approach. Earlier collections have been done with sub-sections, and lots of definitions in the footnotes, which was something of my earlier trademark. This new assortment of poems is really a collection of observations and reflections, some of them cathartic, others merely note-jotting. Much of it is whimsy, with a touch of grit around the edges. They are scattered, purposely, as if dumped out of that box, left to sort out.