From postcard poet Drew Myron:
After a steady stream of arrivals, my mailbox is now empty.
I just completed the annual Poetry Postcard Fest, an organized commitment to write and mail poems on postcards to 32 strangers. Now in its 18th year, the event drew nearly 500 participants from nine countries and 46 U.S. states.
A postcard leaves little room to ramble. Every word counts and writing in the short form sharpens your skills — and fast.
Organizers urge participants to write spontaneous poems. This, they emphasize, is not the time to peacock your best work but an opportunity to write fresh and explore.
Postcard & poem by Renee Gionet
MANY of my poems were real clunkers — as first drafts tend to be — and I was initially embarrassed to share my rough work with others. But once I gave myself permission to stumble, I loosened and let the process become one of exploration and discovery.
“That most of the poems I received were awful was beside the point,” says organizer Paul Nelson. “That most people were trying, were making themselves vulnerable and were learning little by little how to be in the moment and let the language itself have its say, was a victory.”
I looked forward to the daily writing practice. The bonus was receiving postcards and poems — in careful hand, in sloppy scrawl, with stamps, postmarks, and the fray of miles traveled. Cards arrived from Washington, Oregon, North Carolina, Louisiana, California, Canada . . . Nearly every day a new voice arrived —each unique, fresh, and willing.
Postcard and poem by Karyn Gloden
As the stack of postcards grew, I felt a thread connecting me to people I didn’t even know. We’re making things, I marveled, separately but together!
And just as I thought things couldn’t get better, I received unsolicited postcards from friends. They saw my enthusiasm for the project and joined in! (Thank you Dave, Candice, Fred & Carol).
IN this, I am reminded how little it takes to shift my mood, my perspective, my day. Maybe a postcard is just a thin piece of paper and a passing wave. But it’s also a small, great gift, sent with intention.
As postcard poet E. Tan wrote to me:
Here’s to curiosity and care today.
Thank you so much for sharing, Drew! We love seeing all of your postcards. You can read more of Drew’s writing on their Substack and blog.
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omg! Your reflection. just inspired a poem for my siblings. I sent them postcards, too. One for one’s birthday, the other about our grandfather. How this opening and practice of daily poetry From the Fest has opened me. And yes to getting friends connected to this joy juice! One has sent me a series of poems on postcards, thanks Ben! Thank you for sharing … I haven’t thought about the parents Camel smoking for decades.