Post Office Poems Eben Hoffer
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- Society & Culture
My brother is a letter carrier for the United States Post Office. Every day, he walks around and puts mail into slots on people's houses. He also writes poetry.
Post Office Poems is a series of short meditations on existing in your body in the real world, the joys and tragedies of bureaucracy, and The Mail.
Take a moment with us to consider the glue that holds our mutual lives together: the discount glue, that is only sort of sticky, that you can't get off your shirt.
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Poem #22: the inner room (goodbye)
On fallen petals, what your mind gets up to if left un-distracted, and the return--at long last-- of the future
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Poem #21: having time (and time) again
On remembering the things you like to do when you have time, practicing route time, and loving things in their own way.
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Poem #20: after the ice storm
On the dream of fixing things instantly, actually fixing things slowly, and getting old with your ideal self.
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Poem #19: mourning the old route
On saying goodbye, getting what you want, and learning to go slowly
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Poem #18: wet mail met wail
On cascading failures, the effect of rainfall on mail delivery, and the goop in your floating-glitter cell phone case.
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Poem #17: Christmas is coming, union buster
On union leadership, crimes against humanity, and what to say when people wish you Merry Christmas.