i look at the soft tint of the
blue-green vases holding
dried flowers, with damp mold at their feet.

all of my flowers,
all of my flowers
are wilted and have been for
weeks now.  i walk past them
on the way to the door,
their quiet presence unnoticed.

Thanks for making me a head though, Drew.

When we were in college, some of the members of (things) worth noting were in an art collective called TMWK. TMWK’s primary objective was to make postcards, (all of which can be seen here), culminating in a small exhibition in our university gallery. For some reason, though, after that show happened, we largely lost the drive and desire to make postcards, and that’s where we left it for the next 4 or so years.

Yesterday, though, a couple of us were in the same place, and decided to make postcards.