Elizabeth VanBeuren’s Reviews > The Peculiar Life of a Lonely Postman > Status Update

Swirling like water
against rugged rocks,
time goes around and around

Steamy, sultry night
The moist sheets’ soft embrace burns
my thighs and my lips
I search for you, lose my way
I am that open flower

“So this was how we departed this world, Bilodo reflected: by accident, without making waves or leaving a lingering trail, like a swallow flashing across the sky, and as quickly forgotten as a squirrel inadvertently run over on the road. That's how it was.”

“Real letters, written by real people who preferred the sensual act of writing by hand…to the reptilian coldness of the keyboard and instantaneity of the Internet—people for whom the act of writing was a deliberate choice…a matter of principle, a stand taken in favour of a lifestyle not quite so determined by the race against time and the obligation to perform.”

“But the moral satisfaction of knowing oneself to be indispensable to the community made up for these drawbacks. Bilodo felt he took part in the life of the neighbourhood, that he had a discreet but essential role in it.”