Box #24431 measures only 3 x 5.5 inches. But like the best spaces, it’s about what happens inside. This little metal door represents a vision I have kept tucked away for a very long time.
Make a place where people want to be and become creative.
A place where creative lives unfold slowly, where stories accumulate over time, where the daily practice of writing becomes a way of being present to the world. In other words, I want to make a place for you (and me).
Maybe you have a book in you. Maybe your life feels like a book being written right around you. Maybe what is calling isn’t a workshop or deadline, but simply the habit of putting words on paper and sending them to someone who will read them with care and respond. Sometimes the most important writing happens in the margins of our days, in postcards and texts, in the small mechanics of turning experience into language and expressing it.
I love that place between sending and receiving, writing and reading, and the exchange of thoughts among people. It’s about circulation. Our stories are the lifeblood feeding and fueling our times. Cultural movements are made through the messages exchanged between us, much more than the headlines would have us believe. Word-of-mouth, greeting cards that travel door-to-door, book reviews, weather reports, hotel recommendations, and the whispered news—crossing distances for us, even over generations and through the delicate spaces of relationships as they go.
Writing is a practice. Like meditation, walking, and tending a garden, it is one way we examine our lives unfolding, sentence by sentence, year by year. Every little missive you write becomes part of that practice—a way of paying attention to what matters, of noticing the small moments strung together. Meanings that can be folded up like origami and written in haiku.
What kind of spaces do writers need? Spots to sit comfortably for a while, suitable room temperature, good lighting, and forgiving technology. Writers also lean on insight, desire, intention, or motivation, and before that, a well-worn habit or behavior. The daily practice of showing up to the page, even when the page is just a postcard.
I say, let’s start there. You handle the writing setup and the ideal conditions—I don’t have that kind of room yet! I’m here for the correspondence. Both of us engaged in noticing, finding the words (or not), and reaching out every so often.
Send me a postcard—the older and odd, please! Your card will be added to my collection and I’ll keep your particulars on file. No digital list here, just a vintage recipe card box on my desk where handwriting lives.
And, if you plan to finish that book? Yes, I am prepared to serve as your humble first reader. Use a typewriter or your finest small script, and you may need more than one postcard. Your story (or any moment from it) is welcome here.
Write to me at: The Posted Past, P.O. Box 24431, Tempe, AZ, 85285.
Include your address and I will respond in kind.
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