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Give Big

May 4, 2020
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Your company can help announcement overlaying image of people creating bags with donated goodsSPLAB is delighted to participate again in the annual Give Big fundraising effort. This year it happens on May 5 and 6 and we are hoping to raise at least $1,200, but we’re down in revenues about $7,000 this year due to the postponement of the Cascadia Poetry Festival and due to lower involvement in the August POetry POstcard Fest or POPO. Dig that new POPO website!

Reconnect and do good - create a fundraising page announcement ovelaying a photo of a girl hugging a teddy bearIn fact, if all you could contribute is $10, why not join POPO this year, since it is an expanded postcard season due to the novel situation in which we find ourselves. Registration is open until July 18 and POPO is SPLAB’s largest annual fundraiser, with Give Big second.

Do peruse our listing at Give Big: https://www.givebigwa.org/splab-seattle-poetics-lab as well as the SPLAB Mission, our interviews and our past Cascadia Poetry Fests. We’ve done a great deal of work in 26 years, but you can imagine how tough things are right now. Thanks for considering.

Paul E Nelson
Founding Director
SPLAB

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