Postcard in Mail

Not Sure From Whom

Non E Mouse

Not Bend

Hermetic

The winds were infused with spirit,
the sands told this in elegant scrawl.

The clouds spoke of change and of
long days wrapped in hearth shawl.

Did this stop us from setting out,
me and two little ones, on an epic journey

to the other side of the bay? No,
though our vessel was indeed shipshape,

plastic kayak, and our stores adequate.
The way there was all songs and squabbles—

the usual humdrum of life at sea—and
our beach respite positively Crusoe.

I should’ve known better to allow the sea crab
on board, should’ve weathered the wails

of protest. It’s enough to tempt the Gods
once. When one of the mates threw him over-

board, I might’ve thought to turn back to camp
out the storm, though when is hindsight ever more

than false oracle? The kiddies cried “Hermie,”
“Hermie” the whole way back, afraid

for their new friend. I assured them everything
would be alright, even when we landed in

another cove that seemed so much like ours.
We’d veered off course. A thousand ways

to lose your way. No plan airtight. You name
things for what they are, you see things for

what they aren’t. You leave at the wrong time
and stay on far too long. The trick:

change your course as early as you can.

New Work from Charles Farrell

in my mind, a masterpiece

Back of Postcard

Recently Sent from Charles

New Work

1 of 3 collages sent to Charles via Postal Service

2 of 3 collages sent to Charles via Postal Service

3 of 3 collages sent to Charles via Postal Service

Recently Received PC from Mr. Farrell

Rocket 54

New Collage from Charles Farrell

PHER

Artist: Jesse Henson

School for Creative and Performing Arts in Over-the-Rhine in Cincinnati

stardust (you were only waiting for this moment to be free)
stainless steel and handblown glass
25 ft x 16 ft x 6 ft
2010

Buckminster Fuller's

Dimaxion House

Merce in the City

Recent Collage, Sent from N.E. Back to Asheville, to Alice at BMCM,
Using an Old Collaged Postcard from the 90s

Holy Men drummer

last night's private concert/recording session at Diana Wortham (on stage) Keith Flynn & The Holy Men
(photo by Emilia Phillips)

Idiot Dog

Green Man Shadow

out at Seapoint Beach, Preserve Point, Kittery Beach, ME

Meeting Charles in Portsmouth

Quadraped

Author Photo

Body Map

Cape Cod (Piece)

Avery, in HIs Element

snap by Emilie Manhart

Woman in Hat, at Railing

You know her the way you know all women
in Hopper’s paintings. You rendezvous

in the territory of imagination: shifting landscape
of streets and oceans, walks and whale watches:

agreeing to meet on that side route, this ride out.
You can’t capture her face, just a suggestion

of shoulder, its shy bra-strap smile. You don’t
catch up with her, no need to follow after;

good enough to spy her in the café mirror or
here at ship’s railing. Hat always on her lovely head,

gaze focused off into the distance. For she too
has her version of this: this aching for what lies

just outside the realm of the camera’s gaze.

from Old Ballard

Flyboys Pretending to Fly, Having Just Jumped Out of a Plane

Sebastian, Raven (who is actually the tallest of the three), Bill

New Collage: Space Race

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