I’m Receiving Postcards From Eve
By Sarah Dickenson Snyder
Postmarked in Santa Fe:
the sky is electric blue with quiet
clouds banked against the endless
mountains.
From the West Coast:
an ocean is an ocean,
water swelling forever.
Maybe she travels
for a new language. She knows
how to pronounce the past but wants
to learn more about orchards
farther south.
Across the border:
I’m finding my way
to the ends of the earth.
She knows about endings
now. How we teeter
on the edge of here,
of not here.
She writes,
I love a slender moon.
This story originally appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 19. Support local booksellers and independent publishers by ordering a print copy of the magazine.
Photo by Conor Sexton