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  • Jennifer Preston Chushcoff


Temporal At what point does beauty fade? At what point do we stop caring? We come into this world  with nothing we leave  with nothing,  but we spend our days  collecting, only to  let go. But for now, the tulips are in bloom the world is in bloom we are in bloom, my friend.

(The August Poetry Postcard Project was initiated by Paul Nelson of Seattle, WA. It challenges poets to write a poem a day in one go with no revisions on a postcard. Afterwards, the postcard is mailed to other participants. This is my second year and I had fun making friends along the way. I will be sharing the postcards here, most of which are printed with my photos.)


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