Cape May Detritus
A little riff in the sand when the tide goes out
The typewriters have known all along. Some of the things they say.
A little riff in the sand when the tide goes out
97 degrees today, could feel like 117, with red alert air quality and oh, look, the sun’s a beach ball!
I was just thinking…kick pedals & a throne.
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…
“Candy?”
“Yes.”
“I love writing in the rain.”
“‘Tis better than wild fires.”
Retail Alert! Retail Alert!
Sometimes on The Land of Hatchy Milatchy Miss Judy would read the mail.
Sidewalk sessions in Asheville.
(Truckstop Postcards, Part II)
Turista d’la Bohemia but in Appalachia with a funky playlist.
Here’s a letter in progress. Here’s an unfinished thought. Here’s an ink, pencil, & paper writing prompt:
How many cupholders have you?