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Cascadia Small Press Fair Update

March 20, 2014
Ryukan
Paccar Atrium

Paccar Atrium

Registration for The Small Press Fair at the Cascadia Poetry Festival continues. Those already registered include: 

Pageboy Magazine, Wilfrid Laurier University Press, Headmistress Press, Ravenna Press, Cascadia Now!, The Common Acre, StringTown Press, LitFuse Poets Workshop, Rose Alley Press, Louis Collins Bookseller and Marilyn Stablein – Book Arts Editions.

We’d love to see your favorite NW publisher in on this amazing deal. Capacity of the Pigott Auditorium is 411 and the festival takes no cut from Small Presses. The Fair happens in Paccar Atrium on the Seattle U campus, right outside the Pigott Auditorium, the festival’s Main Stage. $100 to register and that includes 4 weekend Gold Passes. 

 

Registration information is here.

 

Our thanks to Seattle U for the use of the facilities.

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