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Unleash Your Creative Spirit: The 8th Cascadia Poetry Festival Awaits You!

October 6, 2023
Roberta Hoffman

The 8th Cascadia Poetry Festival happens November 1-3, 2024, right in the heart of Seattle, WA, at Spring Street Center, 1101 15th Ave, 98122.

The Official Launch of Cascadian Zen Volume II!

We are thrilled to announce the grand unveiling of Cascadian Zen Volume II: Bioregional Writings on Cascadia Here & Now, Volume II. It is a celebration of some of the important voices and stories from our bioregion. Poets who have agreed to participate include Daphne Marlatt, CA Conrad, Carletta Carrington Wilson, Claudia Castro Luna, Koon Woon and Robert Lashley,

Early Bird Registration Is Open NOW

Don’t miss out on the chance to be part of this unforgettable celebration of poetry, place & creativity. Secure your spot at the 8th Cascadia Poetry Festival with our exclusive early bird registration. Gold Pass holders get access to all events and are eligible for master workshops to be announced.

 

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