September 5, 1940
Tomorrow we go to Stanley Park
and Happy Land. Today we visited
the stores. The price of Spode
is too expensive, so I bought
cups and saucers instead. People
are nice, but I don't like the stores
at all. Will come home Sunday.
Amanda Laughtland teaches English
composition and works in a public library in
the suburbs of Seattle. Her poems appear
in recent issues of Heliotrope, Knock, and
the strange fruit. For links to a few of
her poems, visit http://turn.to/mandy.
“Postcards� are part of a series of
poems based on the texts of postcards she
inherited from a friend who died in early
2004.
December 30, 1942
Sitting at the station with just
a little street light. Sure have
had fun. Loads of kids
on our bus. With a different
route past Redding, we'll make
Santa Monica 4:30 Thursday
instead of 10:52. Taking off now
into Sacramento. So long
for tonight. No light on the bus.
Postcards ~ Three Poems
October 23, 1958
Yes, it rains here, too--drizzling
all morning. But generally sunny
and rain feels nice. Just returned
from the Pearl Harbor tour. Interesting
and pretty and sad. How's bowling?
I called the alleys here. Can only
get on in the mornings, and that's
when I'm busiest, before the day
heats up. I might roll a couple
practice lines tomorrow--would be
a shame to lose my strike ball.
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