I must be one of the last humans who still writes letters and postcards. From the archive, a poem about completing a letter while standing on the pavement next to a local postbox.
This poem is included in my book, Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys.
Next to the postbox
Posted byBeadedQuillPosted inArchive, Creative Process, London, PoetryTags:letter, letter writing, letters, ordinary life, pavement, pavements, post, post office, postal depot, postcard, suburban life, suburban living, urban life, writing
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