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Mostly out til after dark delivering these days.
On glowing animal eyes in the headlamp, defending the house, and a particular bunch of red, red apples.
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I was converted to a real carrier about a month ago.
On rolling your advos, the incentive to suck up vs the incentive to lie, and spiders.
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Growing in a heap of dirt by the gas pedal of Route 4's van, I found a seedling.
On names, van maintenance, and mom. Also some podcast housekeeping.
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The post office sent out little cards with helpful information about mailing in your ballot.
On glossy little cards, being despair's sucker, and going back to work.
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Do we romanticize the right stuff about The Mail? Should we romanticize it at all?
On collaboration, unionization, and trust (occasionally founded): delivering the primaries in Oregon.
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OF THE TEN CCAs WHO HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED TO MY STATION DURING MY TENURE.
On injuries, setting a timer, and open positions at Target.
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PLAGUE EDITION.
On heroism, toilet paper, and needing a toilet.
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In the nicer part of the district, the houses don't smell like anything.
On the nicer part, the cheaper part, and news to nobody.
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A GLOSSARY OF POSTAL SLANG, ONLY SOME OF WHICH I MADE UP.
On nixie, skulch, and UBBM.
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Federal law prevents me from saying your amazing name.
On getting to know people, getting priced out, and Golden Dawn.
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From the publisher's feed
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.