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Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a while since my last confession—lately, I’ve been mailing my fears and failings to this guy in Germantown, Md., instead. Frank Warren is no man of the cloth. He’s simply a local small-business owner whose community mail-art project took on a life of its own—to date drawing more than 10,000 highly personal postcards from strangers all over the world. Warren began PostSecret two years ago, first posting the anonymous responses on his Web site. By the following winter, the Washington Project for the ArtsCorcoran had sponsored a showing of the collection; a series of books—including his latest, My Secret: A PostSecret Book—soon followed. Too often, this kind of art reproduces poorly—the power of the AIDS Quilt or the Clothesline Project lies in witnessing the physical enormity of the contributions en masse. But PostSecret’s format is well-suited to the book medium (and to alt-weeklies: this publication runs weekly PostSecret confessions). The confessions are necessarily short, the art simple enough to travel through the U.S. Postal Service. The reader can take his or her time with the works, and the resulting cumulative impact is a strange mix of empathy, disgust, amusement, and concern. (Both the books and the Web site prominently feature the number of a suicide-prevention hot line.) The confessions range from “every time i approach an overpass, i think how easy it would be to simply turn the wheel…and find peace…” to “i have to shave my toes… (i am a woman…).” The best part is that there’s no penance involved—except revealing to the whole world that “every time i get my toenails done i want to kick the girl doing them in the face.” Warren discusses and signs copies of his work at 3 p.m. at Politics and Prose, 5015 Connecticut Ave. NW. Free. (202) 364-1919. (Shauna Cowal)