Dear Postcard Poet, The earlybird registration for 2022 (Year 16 of the Poetry Postcard Fest) ends June 4 and the price will nudge up a bit for those who wait for the last month, so... if you're...
Earlybird Registration Ends June 4
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POETRY POSTCARD FEST BLOG
Lawrence Pevec on Postcard Poetry
Our intrepid interviewer Ina Roy caught up with two time participant, Colorado resident Lawrence Pevec, to discuss his experience with the Poetry Postcard Fest. He talked about his main focus, the...
Laura Gamache Interviewed by Ina Roy
Seattle poet and teaching artist Laura Gamache has published in journals and anthologies, including Rattle, Altered Syntax, So, Dear Writer, and WA129, as well as her chapbooks, Never Enough and...
Daniel Smith Interviewed by Ina Roy-Faderman
56 Days of August Co-Editor Ina Roy-Faderman caught up with longtime postcard poet Daniel Smith to talk about his 2021 Poetry Postcard Fest experience. 2022 Poetry Postcard Fest Registration is OPEN...
Penelope Moffet Interview
I caught up Wednesday, November 17, 2021, with Southern California poet Penelope Moffet about her Poetry Postcard Fest experience. Penelope Moffet is the author of It Isn’t That They Mean to Kill...
Spontaneous Composition Workshop Registration Open
In this workshop we take the methods and the organismic stance toward poetics (& life) and continue to investigate how to deepen one’s own work and life through spontaneous writing, rituals,...
Five Things I Learned During the 2023 Fest
From Ina Roy-Faderman: It happens every year: despite my having been part of the Fest for more than a decade, I learn things that really matter. I usually jot them down in my journal or diary and...
Register now for PPF 2024!
Register now for Early Bird access to 2024 Poetry Postcard Fest! We had an absolute blast with the 2023 Poetry Postcard Fest, and we hope you did, too! If you have anything you'd like to share...
PPF Companion Piece
From Laura Gamache: Reading through my 2023 POPO poems, I notice the joy. I wrote about quail twice, about the lake moving, and the moon. There were a lot of birds -- LBJ's, as my mom called them, ...