This long prose poem was originally created as a mail art piece of forty-six postcards sent out at my forty-sixth birthday. It was later presented as a performance piece with percussionist Marcos Fernandes and the group Wormhole, in San Diego, California.

The numerical sequence of the postcards is deliberately out of order, much as life often is.

for Richard …

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