I bought Canberra postcards from Smith's Alternative Bookshop and sent my poems off to Loudon, New Hampshire and New York, NY. I added my email address, in case my recipients would like a new poetry penpal. I only received one postcard in return, with no personal details other than the image of Los Angeles on the card.
My poems were inspired by the cards I wrote them on. Consequently, they had themes of place and home. One card had a night sky, which inevitably drew thoughts of stars. Similarly, the poem I received echoed the city of Los Angeles.
Here is one of the poems I wrote:
From my back porch, I see hearts break
And bad poetry;
I see promises made and the
Sparkle of regret;
I see sparks flung and propositions caught,
Globes spun and shapes wrought.
In the distance, I see the
Future and the Past
Meet briefly, brush cheeks, and
Christian Drake has a fantastic performance presence. His poems are full of nature and animality. One of his poems has Christian roaming through the crowd, a werewolf baying for blood. He has an album on Bandcamp titled Kill Starlings.
Here is werewolf: