Marie Wintzer must think I'm a spy!

I continue to get these cryptic postcards from Marie Wintzer. I wonder where the words come from.  Marie's so smart I think they might be references to people I should know.  Or are they cut ups?  Or are they dreams, systematically transposed onto  RADIOGRAMS? As everything Mary does, these create pictures for me.  Sci Fi worlds where something has gone terribly wrong.

Apologies for posting these quite a long while after receiving them… It's great to be jogged by this imagist poet!

From Den Haag and Denial - Marie Wintzer

More wonderful postcards from Marie!  One of these days I am going to take them all out arrange and reaarange them to make new poems. They are all poetry and secret conversations.  Threads of people's lives edited.  Many thanks!