‘07august poetry postcard fest paul e. nelson poetrypostcards.blogspot.com

‘07August Poetry Postcard Fest

Paul E. Nelson

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1. to Robert Daniel (Irie Beard!)Jackson, MI

Robert - 7.26.07

Irie my long lostLutheran Brother !How goes the beardtonight? The Mountainwas still drunk onvapors this morningbut rebounded in timefor a pinkened sunsetand a near full Blood Moon!May the Emperor festoonyou w/ bloodstones & may Jah guide. Blessings – PAUL NELSON

2. to David-Baptiste Chirot (Mahakala) Milwaukee, WI

David - 7.26.07

I’m here undera Blood Moon, near fullhave sipped the Yogi’snectar (Matcha) mixedw/ some kind of bloodline concoction BAILEY’S & full contentionw/ Slaughter I offerMahakala so you mayremember the uselessness of time & fearlessness of compassion. Hasta Pronto Paul Nelson Slaughter, WA

3. to Anne Hollingsworth (Turtle, 2003)Issaquah, WA

Dear Anne 7.26.07

For you a turtle as this Blood Moon waxes and we begin to see the USELESSNESS of time. Could be turtle could be mandala but I bathe this card in ritual ash and hope for an answer someday.

Many Blessings – Paul Nelson Slaughter, WA

4. to Birgitta Jonsdottir (Raven, red, white, blue)Reykjavik, Iceland

Dearest Birgitta! 7.26.07

Many Blessings from under the near full Blood Moon whose beams ricochet off The Mountain after the south-moving sunset capsizes beyond West Hill catching this red, white, blue & black Raven before he can swallow time in all its Greasy manifestations.

Ashé – con Abrazos! Paul Nelson – Slaughter, WA

5. to John Davis (Jupiter)Bainbridge Island WA

John – 7.26.07

Just as suspectedJupiter still beamingjudicious arson orangebeams of warm wavesupon our hungry planetjust to the rightof the near full BloodMoon, while The Mountainstill rests still reelingfrom all this morning’s vapors.

Happy August Paul Nelson – Slaughter, WA

6. to Constance Wiseman (Lotus Lapover-edge Cup)Greenbank, WA

Slaughter, WA 7.26.07Dear Constance – Hola! The doppler’s calling for a Blood Moon w/ a side of Jupiter & an arsonorange sunset to burn for. Care to join me for tea? Care for silver flower & bug festooned China? Care to dance at the next Burning Word? Take Care. Paul Nelson

7. to Kim Clark (Teaching Little Ones Death) Nanaimo, BC

Slaughter, WA 7.26.07

Hola Kim – Not happynews despite Jupiterand wacky cards,despite July’s last sunset cannonballingbeyond West Hill andthe near full Blood Moon’sdelicate dance overthis particular Slaughteranger’s got the best of Pop & he’s gettinghallucinations. Keep well. - LOVE – Paul N.

8. to Rochelle Nameroff (Red Eagle)El Cerrito CA


Dear Rochelle – By divination, an Eagle(the eagle is experience).By divination, The Multiverse(the soul unbound laughinghard at humans grapplingw/ the uselessness of time).By divination, summer rain-water quenching a desert rock. Happy August! PAUL N.

9. to Todd Johnson (Chewing Nails)Auburn, WA

Slaughter, WA 7.26.07Todd – I’m running out ofcuticles and timeto begin again undera sultry Blood Moonwho dances at the behestof Jupiter while whitebreasts are spiedunder the palm trees.Go forth and birth, yesgo forth & birth yourinner Magician while Rosa smiles. – Your Brother – Paul Nelson

10. to Frances LeMoine (Only in it for the Monet)Nashua, NH


Frances,I’m only in it for the Monet.I’m only in itfor August exerciseof psychic musclesand doorstop zinniasand poems to stop the chatterof 1,000 monkeys,for sleeping weatherand a middle-aged yoga bodyswelled by beef jerkyand the tilted windmill thrust for eternity.

PAUL

NELSON

11. to Leslie Styles (Weird Tie Marx Bros)Kirkland, WA


Leslie,A guru is dyingand everyone wants to castthe first brick, buthere’s where real comfort comes in. Water, laughter,a weird tie and a fading Blood Moon. w/ each glassof it (plastic bottle?) I wash away a bit of mybrickness. Watch the red flecks flee. Paul

Nelson

12. to Jessie Lyle (Ribbon’s Twisted)Seattle, WA


Jessie!My ribbon’s twisted& my favorite crayonlost, so this missiveto celebrate Augustand zinnias, hydration& the recognition we’resmooth & freedespite the similarityof this hairy nest of fleshto the Broome County Jail. Abrazos! Paul Nelson

13. to Denise Calvetti-Michaels (Dragon vs. Phoenix) Kirkland, WA

SLAUGHTER, WA 8.2.07

Dear Denise – The Mountain is closere-routing the soundof wind through oldrivers in new channels.Dragon vies w/ Phoenix& I w/ my night selfon one hand drunkon stars, the otherthe urge to devourthem and make myrightful mark on Slaughter.

MANY BLESSINGS – Paul Nelson

14. to Therese Broderick (Dali Annihilates Time)Albany, NY

August 2, 2007

Therese – Time is not oneof the Twin Fallsand yet I postcardto annihilate itas we remember life-times as moths long ago. This year Panthersoul, blue-furred andeyeing all. Togetherw/ the certain on-rushof the end of timemake one continuous ROAR we pronounce: August. pN – Slaughter, WA

15. to Tara Betts (Whale’s Cosmic Consciousness)Pearl River, NY

Tara - 8.2.07

The eagle is experience.The whale’s cosmicconsciousness (regeneration).To carry experience pastall the August islandswe encounter, bridges crumbleand we light a candle, prayfor survivors. Some thingunder the waning Blood Moon connects us. Blessings, Paul Nelson Slaughter, WA

16. to Cathy Ruiz (Mother Turtle)Weed, CA


for Cathy – who has gone onto Weed leaving usto our just August Slaughter.Mother Turtle for longlife. Mother Turtleto re-invent timein the image of an egga cell a song aritual – perhaps an August note wishing you all the best blessings only Weed can offer. Paul Nelson

17. to Michael Dylan Welch (Trent Tea Time)Sammamish, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.3.07 (Tea Cups)

Dear Michael – A Holy August beforethe Bop Apocalypsemakes August Slaughterlook like teatimein Tieton. Or Trent.Or imagine the riverat the bottom of Twin Falls and how ourconcept of time couldbe questioned by foamslowly re-entering the flowjust like you and I and a Monday hike to postpone our return to Slaughter. - Your Friend Paul Nelson

18. to Nashira Priester (Che en la destrucción del tiempo) Seattle, WA

Hola Nashira

Aquí en matanza hacemos agosto santo un ritual en la destrucción del tiempo.

Hacemos agosto un plazo de matanza y encontramos el poema la lucha articulada para ser tú mismo. ¡Poetas de Viva!

Abrazos,

Hello Nashira,

Here in Slaughter we make August holya ritual in the destruction of time.We make August a respite from Slaughterand find the poem the articulatestruggle to be yourself. Viva Poets!Hugs,Paul

19. to Amanda Earl (Haida Smiling Whale)Ottawa, Ontario

Castlegar, BC 8.4.07

Amanda – Made it to Canada & found a Haida (I think) smiling whale for you. Made it back to Canada & the vibe’s lighter and the Blood Moon tho waning nearly knocked my eye out. Made it to Canada & Runes say: PERTHO- an initiation remindsme this here body’s a rental. Blessings – Paul Nelson

20. to Valerie Fetherston (Raven & Indra’s Net)Victoria, BC


Valerie!Back here in Canadastaying w/ Linda, sleepingnext to the Bhagavad-Gitaand watching bitsof Dudley’s fur fallin the light of onewaning Blood Moon.Raven spits jewels & Indra’s net catches a few more wily bits of meat who know that net is made of Ravens people and post cards. Love - Paul N.

21. to Barbara Palecek (Touching Haida Frogs) Seattle, WA


Barb!Saturday in Castlegar,B.C. and here’sa Haida frog in beadsand buttons and mebelow what’s leftof one Blood Moonwashing away the deadbits of myself by touching frogs and guzzling water & standing transfixed at the stars that light the B.C. night jewels like you and me. Blessed Be – PN

22. to Ruby Dixon (Andy Warhol & Jean-Michel Basquiat)

Langley, WA

Nespelem, WA 8.5.07

Dear Ruby – At the grave of ChiefJoseph where my offeringwas foreign coins, seemsright, enit?Thunder Rolling Down Mountainhis Nez Perce name as cocks crow over & over & no weapons in my fists for I, too will fight no more forever unless you count yellowjackets - Best - Paul N.

23. to Jenifer Lawrence (Thunderbirds & Yellow Jackets)

Poulsbo, WA Nespelem, WA 8.5.07

Jenifer!Here where Chief Josephrests in peace fightingno more forever evencocks have stopped thismoment even heat bringsout yellow jackets & bees pollinate baby tumbleweeds as if no thing could disturb or prevent August. Hoit. Paul N.

24. to Gregory Severance (Kolus at Chief Joseph’s Grave)New York, NY

Nespelem, WA 8.5.07

Gregory – Now, starting to put my Auguststain on this Kolus cardwind begins and cocks stop.Now there is the certain snap of grasshoppers.“I will fight no more forever”Chief Joseph said, Thunder RollingDown Mountain his real name in our tongue and on his grave six jelly jars, two apples many coins & one large WA August blessing for you. Hoit - PN

25. to Catherine Daly (Gordon Parks and the Border) Los Angeles, CA


Catherine –

Back in Slaughterfrom a respite in Canadaexcept at the border“No, I’ve no bombs”just a three day beardand a racial profileas Gordon knew, and nowthe clean-up crew arrivesbut who’ll gut this rat’s nestof macho Texas militarismand ring out the mop,cook up the antidote to Slaughter? Happy August! Paul N.

26. to AK Allin (A Cloud Over Argentina)Seattle, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.6.07Mimi – The weather’s warming updown here & there’s medisguised as a cloudover Argentinajust ticking awaythe Ravens (or largecrows) just belowthe border linebut AH! from Spaceborders? (No comprende)its just the passengerson the ship needto get caught up. Ah August! Paul Nelson

27. to Mickey O’Connor (Raven’s Wingbeats)Seattle, WA


Mickey – A short drive from Slaughterwhere pet cats could bean Eagle’s lunch, there isthe whoosh whoosh whoosh of Raven’s wingbeats(Nature’s registered letter)the news is something oldand dated’s gonna meet the maker & who will have explaining to do ? MANY BLESSINGS – PAUL NELSON

28. to Bruce Greeley (Lichtenstein & I’m French)Seattle, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.7.07Bruce!The chili’s cookin’Zappa’s away and aTrader Joe’s Blueberryraspberry muffin awaits.I’ve long since shornthat sinister mustachemelted myselffrom one version of waxand look for the right tool to (deft & quiet)dismantle time. Til thenpostcards must doand visits to allthe late Chiefssummer romancesix irons past the cupand did I mentioncoffee ice cream?In August I’m French.Is this cheating? HtBA! Paul Nelson!

29. to Julene Tripp Weaver (Assorted Poisons)Seattle, WA


Jarred Beef and Red Beanchili, blueberry/raspberrymuffin, ground turkeypatties w/ wild rice,cashew bits, raisinsorganic peeled baby carrots, green onions,the greens and breezesof 15 years hence,no exercise except forwrist curls of too muchcoffee ice creamdamn you Trader Joepeddling your assorted poisons! w/ love – Paul N.

30. to Becky Ellis (Oosumich)Glen Carbon, IL


Keesta would cleansefor weeks re-dohis Oosumich, considerednecessary for survivalinterspecies mind talkoriginal energy workin the traditional way.Now, high on velocity and technology, the long term moments seem so few, but the whales still smile.

Many Blessings – Paul Nelson

31. to Tish Lester (Instant Karma)Dordrecht, Netherlands


This is an Instant KarmaCard. It’s chockfullof August and bugs& coffee ice cream& iced green tea & goodRunes, grand collapses,panther stamps, waraddiction and contextw/ depth & character.What you add to itor take from itdetermines its future.Give a chance and BURN! Paul Nelson

32. to Linda Lee Crosfield (Dance of the Blue Whales)

Castlegar, BC

For Linda Lee two blue whales doing a jig.For Linda Lee a cardripe w/ pleasure from oneNelson to a Nelsonite.For Linda Lee power & strengthand patience to deal w/ a large, loud neighborand good aim w/ theelectric yellow jacket racket & the Oso Negro latté.

MANY BLESSINGS peN 8.8.07

33. to Lana Ayers (Desperate Sport of Poets) Kirkland, WA

to Lana:

Who’s helped prepare August for the desperate sport of poets; who burns from the inside out under the last bit of blood moon & who knows the poet chooses from snake, eagle, bear, human, poet and sometimes fails but never w/o a good tale. L O V E _

Paul Nelson

34. to Ruby Kane and Ami Eaton (Happy Genius)Seattle, WASlaughter, WA 8.9.07

Ruby, Ami – ¡Hola from Slaughter!The effort todestroy time ain’tgoing fast asI’d planned sopostcards postcards postcardsslow it down to a SeattleAugust construction – boggedtempo and despite all thetraffic, the inner crickets,the 1,000 monkeys andthe yet even more finickycat, I’m lonely. ButI’m in my east roomhere in Slaughter & if someoneasks, tell ‘em I was a happygenius. B L

ESSINGS

PEN

35. to Kitty Jospe (Gibbous Earth) Seattle, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.9.07Kitty – There’s a Gibbous Earthout tonight, feel like dancing?The Gibbous Earth wanesstorms appear overwhat might be Cuba this ol’ Blood Moon don’tfeel like a waning crescent about to go darkso let us dance somegiant Blood Moon steps

& bound about the Heavens, eh?

PAUL

NELSON

36. to Michel Tsouris (Ganesh & Lonely Samba) Clinton, WA


Michel – Still falling shortrunning out of BloodMoon light to destroytime, even tho’ Ganeshgot my back even tho’each poem writ earns me a small almondcrisp cookie tho’ I’dprefer Fat Tire Ale.Perhaps I am grotesquearound my mirror.No one watches my lonely samba. Best! peN

37. to Maggie Kelly (Tibetan Prayer Rug Blessings) Tacoma, WA

OLYMPIC SCULPTURE PARK 8.10.07Dear Maggie – It’s 7:53p and not yetsunset and Olympic Mountainsare that way but not seen.Wish the band would make uptheir mind – hip-hop or polka.Wish everything could be aseasy as sweet potato cakes& split pea soup & yogi tea.But who can complain the Olden-burg Typewriter Eraser the mountain Hurtling Giant Blessingslined path y touristas y to you & Tacoma.one golden ball of flamesinking into Elliott Bay. Paul Nelson

38. to Matthew Timmons (Art Deco Teacup Sunset) Los Angeles, CA

OLYMPIC SCULPTURE PARK 8.10.07

Matthew – Sunset at the Sculpture Parknot as planned w/ Hip-hopserenade sometimes soundslike polka but sunset muchfurther north than expected.Perhaps the desire to destroytime’s paying dividendsperhaps I’ve not paidenuf attention perhapsthe ritual illusion of it all’srising to the top of the cup. Drink up Matt Paul Nelson 1928 ain’t that long ago.

39. to Cindy Lamb (Woodfrogs @ Sunset) Yakima, WA

OLYMPIC SCULPTURE PARK 8.10.07

Dear Cindy – It’s 8:11 and the sun sets and mightburn a hole in that tree beforecannonballing into Elliott Bay and likefrogs poets live in two worlds: onewhere reality is solid and nothing whatcan’t be touched tasted smelled seen heard;one behind it sensed as if someone staringat you, boring a holein your spirit not unlike August and one more setting star. Blessings – Paul Nelson

40. to Bridget Nutting (Gibbous Earth Awaiting Lightning Moon)

Vancouver, WA


Bridget – Still a Gibbous Earth from our Blood Moon perch tho only a slice left before we accessnew Lightning moonin Leo. Diane writesfrom S.F. pining forBridget – not you – another Goddess. I’m notsearching for God statuswill settle for Happy Geniusof my household, pleasedto be destroying time postcard Abrazos! by postcard. Paul Nelson

41. to John and Roberta Olson (Dancing Bears Destroying Time) Seattle, WA


Dear John and Roberta – August drifts on to the amusementof dancing bears, snapping grasshoppersbounding over the graves of Chiefs,poets and those itching for their lostindigenousity. We’ve avoided August Heat (so far) and what some would translateas pink flesh I’d calla Rose of Meat like you two eating up more sun abetting the utter destruction of time. Blessings - Paul Nelson

42. to Christopher Luna (Furious Moptops)Vancouver, WA


Dr Luna!

Here come 4 moptopsthey come groovingup slow like Augustlike Canada hummingbirds barely movingtil you see the furyclose up. How goes yourAugust fury? Has it detouredyou from your impending Phoenix or aid yourreconnoiter of the clouds of Slaughter? w/ Blessings - Paul Nelson

43. to Lana Ayers (We Two Woodfrogs)Kirkland, WA


Dear Sweet Lana –

1st there was 19th DRAFTsymbolized by woodfrogsthey croak their wayout of chaos createdby the lies of Newton.Frogs kissed turn into SPlabinto poets shaped by Ilalqo.May the Striped Water turn your ills into Blessings may your song sink deep into God’s loving ear. Your friend – Paul

44. to Lana Ayers (So Many Moons)Kirkland, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.12.07Lana – Blood Moon, Ripe PlumFull Moon, Moon over Sun-setting Cascades, NewMoon in Leo, LightningMoon, pining for the HungerMoon, so many moons, solittle space on these cards& you & I a moon apart.Will the Crackbook in fiftyyears have a “Moons I’veVisited” feature? And whatwill come of all these cards?Lost in the fog of the digital ageor the first salvos of the last paradigm necessary? Love - Paul Nelson

45. to Arlene Naganawa (Good Afternoon Frog Card) Seattle, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.11.07Arlene!It has come to this. A landdefended by ancestorsof Stuckabsh who evolvedfrom snake people who nightmared themselves over invadersin love w/ the smotheringnature of asphalt who see (saw)the frog as messenger betweenrealms who mimic the poetsw/ a cheery croak in the morning in the evening in the good afternoon w/ a frog card to you. Redeep! Paul Nelson

46. to Deborah Brink (Lightning Moon, Comet Card)

Longview, WA YAKIMA, WA 8.12.07 DEBORAH!Lightning Moon over Yakimabut noone sees it, sonew, but it’s therefor now because plumshave fallen postcardsare flying & the destructionof time is right onschedule. So herein room 107 of Cedar’sInn they’ve left a sonnet clock that, in rednumbers says 5:41. The card is done. Happy August – Paul Nelson

47. to Suzanne Edison (Einstein in Yakima)Seattle, WA

Yakima, WA 8.12.07

Suzanne!Here in Yakima a roomat the Cedar’s Inn festoonedw/ a sonnet clock!Same poetics as the Schoolof Quietude, but somesee the organic, try to fake it, send outthe same old poemover and over. Some preferpostcards over sunsets.Not us, eh? Abrazos! Paul Nelson

48. to Florencia Milito (1 Family Under Brother Panther’s Ojo) San Francisco, CA

Yakima, WA 8.12.07

¡Hola Florencia! Que tal? Here in Yakimathe cuisine’s been changingto mas frijoles yet fewcelebrate the comingof the Lightning Moonor the passing of the RipePlum Moon. Indeed herethe clock says Sonnet& my measure’s a postcard & our family stays together under Brother Panther’s watchful ojo. Abrazos - Pablito

49. to Kim Bridgford (Tibetan Rug Card Recipe)Wallingford, CT

Yakima, WA 8.12.07

KIM –

How to send a Postcard Poem

1) Look for the next person

on the address list.

2) Pick a card, not any card

(Keep receiver in mind.)

3) Link to previous poems

when possible.

4) Write (1st thot best

but that don’t mean

chronological.)

5) Write to destroy time.

6) Write to bleed Chronos

7) Write to deepen the brother

and sisterhood of poets.

8) Remember

the Infinite

is not measurable.

9) Remember

to affix

proper postage.

10) End w/ good

wishes

&

post

card

sal

u

ta

tions

!

Paul Nelson

Yakima, WA 8.12.07

50. to Holly Anderson (Blumen Postcard Garten)Jackson Heights, NY

Yakima, WA 8.14.07

Dear Holly – Postcards spew out the mailbox out my pocket brainpen corkboard, old poemsfrom old friends, new onesfrom new & you (while Iawait a bigger sliceof the Lightning Moon) youare the first half of a postcard experiment: Arepoems better on emptystomach, or one festoonedby left over enchi ladas?Abrazos! Paul Nelson

51. to Charlie Stobert (Break on Thru)Reading, United Kingdom

Yakima, WA, USA

Charlie – Other side of the leftovermicrowaved El Porton chickenenchilada dinner other sideof the Cascades, other sideof breakup re-start romancefuckwheel other side of the oceanfrom you mired in war addictionand fear and the largestcars since the pole shiftother side of RR’sdriving life now startedwe find ourselves Bön-less & normal, one LhaKhu short of a combination plate& yet somehow we remember momentsof Thunder Island & understand what’sreal & what’s a guru’s broken ego. Blessings my Brother – 8.14.07 Paul Nelson

BreakON

Thru

52. to Suma Subramaniam (Silence of the Whales)Woodinville, WA


For Suma – My little mailbox opens todayw/ an explosion of silence.The silence of cellosin transit silence of achingglaciers coyote silence bloodmoon silence and for youdear fellow poet card traveler THE SILENCE OF THE WHALES. w/ HUGE REGARDS PAUL NELSON

53. to Janet McCann (Beatles en Silencio)College Station TX

Slaughter, WA 8.17.07 JANET - What would you say if this card arrivedout of tune insteadof being festoonedw/ all the grand silenceof those other cards?The New York card cardof wicked (excuse me) liquid embrace Siameseoranges or Viva Las Vegas?Pick out the head of a deadhero and perhaps pass it on. En Silencio – PEN

54. to Julia Bloch (R.I.P. Max Roach) San Francisco, CA

Blessings!Slaughter, WA 8.18.07 PEN Julia! - “If it sounds good, it is.” Duke Ellington

On the lake of the onemind the hands that MaxRoach used to curvethe silence of the Harlemnight are still, the view,front row of the Buddhafield.Forever to alter consciousnessw/ the greasy, low-down highof the hi-hat, what willwe do w/o that tish tish tish… ?

55. to Lyn Coffin (Calm Tea Transparency) Seattle, WA


To the Esteemed Dr. Coffin – Liberation ain’t cheap(a cheap liberation can behad w/ a libation, but youknow and I know the poetcan’t achieve “calm transparency ‘ceptin the eternal momentof the poem” so we reachfor it one postcardat a time, but settlefor tea. Blessings – Paul Nelson

*Sam Hamill on K. Rexroth

56. to Pit Pinegar (Postcard Weave Libation) Plainville, CT

Slaughter, WA 8.18.07 Pit – 50 yrs ago KennethRexroth knew the poetis one who “createssacramental relationshipsthat last always.” Pleasesee this as postcard temperedby candlelight, smudgedw/ altar incense and blestby the sacred handsof the Plainville mailman. Yrs– Paul Nelson

57. to Rebecca Meredith (Matisse Paradiso I)Seattle, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.18.07Rebecca – The lithograph a kindof paradise. The poema kind of paradise.Sake August Matchacat fur her scentall paradise. In thismoment the flamesome call Slaughtercan be turned downthe candle, lit thespark inside this sack of meat – Paradise. Love – PEN

58. to Brendan McBreen (Matisse Paradiso II)Auburn, WA


Brendan – Matisse thought paintinga kind of paradise.The way John Coltraneshaped Seattle airw/ the bell of his hornsound wave paradise.Who knew the urgeto document Slaughterin all its dirty mantramanifestations was discoveryof a kind of wicked3D mambo-inducing paradise? Your friend - Paul

59. to Sandra Lucke (Flavor of Nelson’s Surrender)Bellingham, WA


Sandra – Back from Nelsonhere in Slaughtermy surrender’s flavoredlike sake, chicken sausagew/peeled organic baby carrots & scallionsin mole, scallops & prawnsin green curry w/ lemongrass, lime peel, coconutmilk, compassion, Lushootseedair & the road narrowedto a red ravine. Blessings – PEN

60. to Anna Lena Phillips (Lavender vs Sorties) Chapel Hill, NC


for Anna Lena –

I put lavender in my pocket like a roguePresident’s yes menorder sorties.

My fingers smell floral.Thousands of silent screamswill forever hover aroundhis grave in hell there is no silence. Paul Nelson

61. to Robin Cherney (Poem Rug Transmission)Redmond, WA


Dear Robin - This card is a poem.This card is a transmission.This poem is a prayerfor August and silenceand justice for ElviraArellano, mother, plane-cleaner, illegal immigrantand the Rosa Parksof the Dismantle the Borders movement. May itcleanse and heal, keep youwarm in the December nightand make shelter for warm December dreams of Augustpostcards. Blessings! Paul Nelson

62. to Jeremy Gaulke (Elvira Arellano’s Wolf Watch) Walla Walla, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.21.07Jeremy – Regards - Paul NelsonSome neighborhoods in Americaonly safe place, only placefor occasional silence holyand sanctuary’s the church.Adalberto United MethodistChicago West Side, Our LadyQueen of Angels, downtown L.A.

Today Elvira Arellanowas sent back to Mexico.Do you feel safer? Who watches the wolves watching the Hen house?

63. to Kelli Russell Agodon (RavenDancer/Ancestor Urges)

Kingston, WA Slaughter, WA 8.21.07

Kelli – Here on the Rez the dancemight be a Fancy Dancemight be one involves liberationof the liver. But Rosa smilesbrings Hopi postcards & scentsof New Mexico to her HappyGenius only acting out his Ancestors highest urges.

Many Blessings! PAUL N.

64. to Raul Sanchez (Frida and Fried Bananas) Seattle, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.21.07Raul! Mi Hermano, Lana says Fridawdn’t be muraled into a cagenot unlike the spider monkeyshe freed not unlike the friedbananas Mama used to make.But Frida wdn’t setthe masculine hat on fireteaching us still howto overcome the urges some call Slaughter. Hasta Pronto. Pablito

65. to Brian McGuigan (Bears Fan) Seattle, WASlaughter, WA 8.21.07

Brian!He stops the Augustrain to ask if he’s“A Bears Fan?” Yes

walking in the pathof a Galloping Ghostor Sweetness but Bearsfans prefer DEFENSEdon’t care about wins& losses so much as“We just want to seeyou lay someone out.” Ouch. PAUL NELSON

66. to Suellen Wedmore (Tibetan Rug Epistle) Rockport, MA

66. to Suellen Wedmore (Tibetan Rug Epistle)


Suellen –

You are next in this postcard parade. In this eternalAugust moment madesacramental between youand me by a poemmade w/ the careof a Tibetan rug makerweaving in the endlessdreamtime, and by the carew/ which you open the hatchof your mailbox and get a whiffof this epistle from Slaughter. Many Blessings – Paul Nelson

67. to Brent Allard (See Phoenix, Raise Thunderbird) Manchester, NH

Brent – See your Phoenix and raiseyou a Thunderbird. See yourwish card and raise a prayerup to the beams of a halffull Lightning Moon. See a breakin August rain and run for itas if Diego himself were chasingme or the Devil who alwayshas a good excuse for ignoringa potent myth, employing torture or simply setting it all on fire. Peace to you & yrs. – Paul NelsonSlaughter, WA 8.22.07

68. to Gerald Schwartz (Least Careless Pollock) W. Irondequoit, NY


Gerald – Here underneath the looming and somethingLightning Moon before traffic approaching sacredrelents in life during war in this exercisetime few recognize. Here we christen “August.”somewhere left of ever vigilant Slaughter where Blessings - (fortunately) a horse can Paul Nelsonstill spot a fool I slapa few least careless andleast logical sounds (syllables)onto the back of JacksonPollock’s card hoping you find amusement

69. to Marjorie Rommel (Frida and the Deceased Dismas)

Auburn, WA


Marjorie – We finish in a blazeof Frida, is this my fault?Frida arrives as bridew/ Diego 3rd eye, as braidedin the shape of a softhairy pretzel andas DEATH, a reminderto Slaughter, it means endand new start but perhapsSan Dismas will end his grimaceand take Slaughter in. Stay well – Paul Nelson

70. to Lois Jones (Warhol and the Water) Glendale, CA

Slaughter, WA 98002 8.23.07

Hola Lois – They sent me Fridasof all sizes but I, for you,have Andy. Perhaps a giantChairman Mao to festoonyour Glendale mailbox? Ora soup can from theboy who did the St. VitusDance? Who iconed Jackie O? Twenty yrs gone o please Lois don’t let my end come from water. Be well – PEN

71. to Greg Watson (Brother Woodfrog) Auburn, WA


From one wily woodfrog

a foot in each realm

to another in this first

August festooned w/ many

Fridas and the silence

only a slew of morning

postcards can bring to a brother

who keeps Arthur Ballard alive

one ancient story

at a time. Hoit! PN

72. to Peggy Miller (Postcard Tribe)The Villages, FL

Slaughter, WA 8.24.07Peggy – A missive from MuckleshootNation – the place where youcan see all over - toSeminole Country – TheUnconquered People.From under the LightningMoon in the shadowof glaciers our bandof bards creates a newnation one postcard at a time. Many Blessings – Paul Nelson

73. to Jim Teeters (Dali, Not Frida)Kent, WA

72. to Jim Teeters (Dali, Not Frida)


Jim TeetersYou don’t get a Frida card. You get a strongman dismantling time.You get butter all overthe Lightning Moonand nothing but troublefor your efforts. You getone leg, no PANTSleg up on someone andthe key to unlock the life you don’t see under your bare left foot. – Be well. Paul Nelson

74. to D.D. Wigley (One (Postcard) Love) Port Townsend, WA


Irie D.D!Did you ever considerthe concept of One Lovecould mean postcards?

Did you ever considerpostcard poems as missives

as epistles perpetuating

the sacramental natureof this moment in whichyou & I exist?

Clarissa said anyone who believesno good will come from thisis not yet listening. Peace – Paul N.

75. to Susan Rich (Sexy Mustache Whisper)Seattle, WA


Susan -

We’re all for the hipshimmer, but I’mfor the destructionof time. Maybethe August postcard’sa salty mambo, maybethe mustache whisperuncovers a scar we’veforgotten about, blazesa meridian home. – Best. Paul Nelson

76. to Iris Dunkle (Jasper’s DC Streetmap) Washington, DC


Iris -Slaughter is America the poem’sand America, one big the effortSlaughter, where the capitol to sort it allcity was laid out to foist out.invaders, left a cityof confusion, combined w/ English (language ofI and separation) Lordywhat a mess! But evenin the bleakest roadmap voices are near. Maybe dead poets, maybe antepasados, but Blessings – Paul Nelson

77. to Barbara Joan Tiger Bass (Sacramental Rug (poem) Obligation)

Oakland, CASlaughter, WA 98002 8.25.07

BJ -

Hola. What makes gaietyraucous and the momentlong term?

Sacrāmentum obligation

and I’m for you #7 and you for me 29and we find in the momentthe sign of Grace maybevisible – more likely auralalthough no one else can hear. Blessings – Paul Nelson

78. to R.D. Shadowbyrd (Blind Refs and Rexroth) Kent, WA


RD -

Rexroth said a poet is “one whocreates Sacramental relationshipsthat last always” and it ISa desperate sport because it isa task over which despair’sa part. Take the pain of passingthe August Stuck or Green by carand know it awaits the kayaknow empty in the yard or theintro task turned into extendedinsult. But then some of usremember to forgive and never perpetuate the Slaughter in any old or new manner. PEN

79. to Diane Gage (Port Townsend Postcard) San Diego, CA

Port Townsend, WA 8.26.07

for Diane -

Jotting here from whatonce was The InevitableNew York proofagain what’s flawless?

Change? Postcards? TheBook of Sushi divinesfutu mori w/ oborowhitefish under white-capped mts - this sure ain’tMontana – Blessings – Paul Nelson

80. to Bethany Reid (Port Townsend Postcard II) Edmonds, WA

Port Townsend, WA 8.26.07

Bethany -

Greetings from the former“Inevitable New York”a respite from Slaughtertho’ they still cravetheir velocity. Augustalmost gone, has beeneyebrows & blood moons,Silence and the futileattempt to destroy time. Be well! Paul Nelson

81. to Brian Moreau (Wolf Papa)Wilton, NH

Slaughter, WA 8.27.07For Brian – Who may now be bathingin full Lightning Moonlight. For Brian who would live in a wolf-built house, who’d draghis light heart in thereand watch fire, make liquidfire w/ a wolf womanand laugh at his half-humanhalf-wolf pup progeny who piss all over everything. ! Paul Nelson

82. to Diane di Prima (Postcard Shaman Disciples) San Francisco, CA


Under white ritual candle lightand a night on which the LightningMoon reflects full fire, from the town they once called Slaughter in thick Lushootseed air we call you lost moon sister ask “Do you wander” w/ jeweled breath down Niagara to the mailbox maybe on Mission?

In this summer of heavy rains endless war, blood moons & postcards our candle to Tiamet stays lit smoke risesand those who don’t equate power w/ the sacred feminine are in for a big surprise. w/ HUGE BLESSINGS – Paul Nelson

83. to Jessea Perry (Death Mask)Oakland, CA

Jessea –

August, so young and readyfor death w/a maskof fat they call the FullLightning Moon Eclipsea moon on fire, burnt orangeand Halloween-like & the howlsare again from poetsbemoaning August’s swiftdemise & again doing littlein the battle to destroy time. w/ Blessings – Paul NelsonSlaughter, WA 8.28.07

84. to Judy Jensen (Tea & Mescaline)Austin, TX

Slaughter, WA 8.28.07 J

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Y ! Your friend, the grammar-addled happyGenius, has invited you to tea.There will be matchaor jasmine and enoughmescaline to put a shineback in our war-addledeyes. Enough to slow thingsto a Lightning Moon darkenedmind warp. Enough to put someflesh on all the ancient voices writing these poems.

Blessings - peN

85. to Aundria Martinez-Parkman (Tibetan Rugs and Rez Dogs) Seattle, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.28.07Aundria –

Your friend, the lonely happy genius Rez-dog loving fiend has invited you to remember how it all began under the BloodMoon as the LightningMoon edges into a simplereflection of fire, puttingthe shine back in our WAR-addled American eyesin the hope you & I canslow down Slaughter. Blessings! Paul

86. to John Burgess (Earth, Stars, Dream) Seattle, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.29.07 John!

To the left there isa star. Billions, actually.Perhaps we met on onelifetimes ago and nowchoose to re-inhabit this rock as sparksof light in sacksof meat. Stars arewhat we are and willreturn to after thislucid dream we burn through. Buenos Sueños to you & Patsy - Paul N.

87. to Marit Saltrones (Quiet Monkeys Watch Eclipse), Bainbridge, WA

Slaughter, WA 8.29.07 Marit! All one thousand monkeysare quiet as they watchthe full Lightning Moonreflect full fire, quiet

except for thumbsclicking off bleary-eyedtext messages whilewatching the eclipse.WTF? Moon all orange &Halloween-like & this, still August! Salutations! – Paul Nelson

88. to Lionel Kearns (Let’s Eat Money!)Vancouver, BC

Slaughter, WA 8.29.07 Lionel!MAYBE A Krugerrandsandwich or a LoonieMcMuffin- you wantbonds w/ that? A hotcrude-oil malted, astir-fry of housing futuresin a dollar bill vinaigrette.The “Shit where you eat”crew’s running the world.How much longer will Slaughter prevail? Blessings – Paul Nelson

89. to Carol Dorf (Eagle Fires)Berkeley, CA

Klamath, CA 8.30.07 CAROL – Apologies. Been putting offyour card 3 days now& now headed yr wayw/ “Back on the Fire” the newG. Snyder book of essays. Hope thispostcard fest lit a few littlefires for you. From where Eagle sees Lord knows we needs ‘em. Paul N.

90. to Carla Shafer (Ferlinghetti Freedom)Bellingham, WA

Klamath, CA 8.30.07 CARLA – From northof Ferlinghetti’s naturalhabitat lifting a mighty (I hope) PEN of freedomto you & every Belling- hamster awake enuf to want onew/August postcard fiestablessings for you & allthe fires we started. – Ashé. PN

91. to Jennifer Flescher (California Mission) Arlington, MA

Jennifer – I hate how this endsamidst eucalyptus treesand the drone of Hwy 1so I drag it outperhaps out of context.Perhaps it makes Augustmore memorable. Or at leastthis moment, still northof the last Mission exceptthe one of mercy. Abrazos! Pablito

92. to Julia Cousineau (Animal Soul)Tacoma, WA

Castro Valley, CA 8.31.07Julia – Have delayed this card pastmidnight, ergo August, yet effortsto put the hurt on timelost. From the heart of my animalsoul to yrs, we see what’s leftof the Lightning Moon over the Bay& know the moon prevails thopoets can’t prevent the end just like every one else.

Love –

Paul N.

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