December 30, 1942
Sitting at the station with just
had fun. Loads of kids
route past Redding, we’ll make
instead of 10:52. Taking off now
for tonight. No light on the bus.
May 6, 1957
We made it to Salem without
school Tuesday, and the boys had
is old but convenient, close
stick with it for a while.
May 12, 1981
How’d I ever reach the top
spread in every direction. Rome
for the seat cushions—very useful!
Amanda Laughtland lives with her partner in the suburbs of Seattle, Washington in the house where her grandparents used to live. She teaches English part-time at a community college (edcc.edu) and works part-time as a clerk for a public library system (sno-isle.org). The poems above are part of a series (tentatively titled ‘Postcards to Box 464’) inspired by a box of postcards inherited from a family friend who died in early 2004 at the age of 99. Other poems from this series appear online at Shampoo, Mastodon Dentist and Right Hand Pointing.
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