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APPF13! Registration Now Open

May 24, 2019
Ryukan

APPF Promo PostcardRegistration for the 13th August Poetry Postcard Fest is now open and we’re already at about half the total of participants from 2018. https://appf13.brownpapertickets.com/

The first few lists will go out on July 4 and registration for 2019 will end and will OPEN for APPF14 (2020) as we move to year-round registration so no one misses out on the deadline.

Rattle MagazineThis year Rattle Magazine will put out a call for postcard poems for a special issue they will be doing and that will include an essay on the August Poetry Postcard Festival written by your humble narrator and postcard master general. Yes, we will keep you apprised when that is available. Their issue will NOT be limited to current APPF participants, but getting 31 poems written this August will surely increase your chances of getting a poem published in their postcard issue.

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