From Margaret Lee:
My kids think I am hopelessly antiquated for sending email and actually reading the messages in my inbox every day. But when I double down on the whole retro mode and mail postcards, those cards end up on each recipient’s fridge for approximately 15 years. Even stupid cards. And ugly ones! Whenever someone new enters the kitchen they ask for the story – where did the card come from, who sent it, why. There’s something about a postcard selected and inscribed just for you. The handwritten scrawl, even when illegible, recreates a moment more effectively than a photograph, more vividly than a phone call.
I fell in love with the Poetry Postcard Fest 3 years ago and I am still head-over-teakettles. I tap my foot every summer until my group list arrives. I collect postcards all year long to use for the Fest. I have made many new postcard poet friends and have published poems that began as postcard poems. Above all, I treasure the cards I receive as tangible evidence of new friendships.
As a postcard poet, it thrills me to know that 31 specific people have committed in advance to being my audience and I feel privileged to be theirs. I think about the postal workers who handle thousands of postcards every summer for the Fest. I enjoy imagining that somebody’s mail arrives late every day because a letter carrier stopped en route to read a poem on the back of a postcard—and smiled. Our postcards spin a web of poets that reaches further than any of us could travel in a lifetime.
The Fest celebrates the pure delight of writing and sharing poetry, with guaranteed receptive readers and a cheerful stream of creativity flowing into hundreds of mailboxes! Registration is still open—I hope you end up on my list!