Posts tagged ‘postcards’

August 12, 2009

August Poetry Postcard

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My camera has been returned to me and I’m excited to present the postcards I received at the end of last week! Read on for the fun!



“He who does not thank for little will not thank for much.” ~Estonian Proverb

10 Things I am Grateful for Today
1. It’s Friday.
2. It’s not raining…yet.
3. Next week I’ll be on vacation.
4. Bill’s garden.
5. Emily’s call.
6. Dinner with Emile, Maureen, and Nancy
7. Italian food.
8. Reading at lunch.
9. Music on.
10. Iced coffee.
–JM Simpson




Start too low
and you focus on feet
Tired, flat
Nowhere to go
then up
To the knees (what knees please?)
And on to the gut
A smackrel of mackrel
up to the nose
down to the tie
catch the eye
–Diane Cammer






And here are some of the postcards I’ve sent recently. I used the Gravity Dancers postcard image for the first poem.




A Limerick
There once was a girl from Nantucket
Whose curly head was trapped in a bucket.
She sat down dark and cross
Because she was at a loss
and said to herself, well fuck it.


Her hands
travel my body, touch sweet tucked places
and trace my lips, tap my closed
eyes in code. Her hands leap
across skin and hair, flapping. Flying. Singing
over deserts, ravines, prairies, mountains,
and plains. Her hands nestle into mine,
soft and still, palm to palm.

August 7, 2009

Updates & updates

by thiszine

So, silly me, I allowed a friend to borrow my digital camera this weekend without uploading my poetry postcard photos first! So no visual updates on the poetry postcard until after Tuesday. I’m disappointed because there’s some fun stuff traveling my way through the postal service — I received two more today.


I’ve also been flooded with numerous submissions to the this zine mailbox and I desperately want to read and post many of them. I’m excited to share the great work I’ve been receiving.


I also have hopes of creating a submissions page that’s easier to read and adding to our links and tapping into the wide network of amazing zines and sites that exist on there. I’d like to get more international submissions — so if you know a talented writer abroad, send them to this and encourage her to submit!


August 5, 2009

Poetry Postcard

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I’ve received more poetry postcards from the August 2009 Poetry Postcard.


This first postcard was sent on a blank index card, so the front contains no image.



Butterfly Love
David, you were a moth —
Dark & direct, flying helplessly,
surprised you had wings.
Laughing too easily:
deep, dimp, crooked teeth
wide, sweaty forehead,
small, squinty, smiling eyes
watching me
As you bumbled.

I had to smash you–
I was a butterfly
Pure & pretty (careless)

Why am I stained red?
I didn’t want you
to want me
You are a moth, dark
& dirty.
But I am no longer a


I love the graphic on the front of this next postcard. There’s also great formatting on the back, where the poem is written. Very fun!



Crossing Canal
I visited students at a grammar school on Baxtar St., they’d be meeting me at the Whitney the following week, a chance to get to know one another, a chance to think about art.
We looked at abstract paintings of NYC, pop art and minimalist sculpture.
Sometimes They giggled, sometimes their heads
tilted to help along new thoughts.
They raised their hands, spoke up, listened to each other, got past being shy.
But when I put up the slide of
Edward Hopper’s wife, naked,
looking out her window onto the day
Blue sky didn’t matter.
Neither did why artists pay attention to light
by eyes turned down,
32 tiny hands in unison covered the windows
of their souls.
I quickly put on
a Georgia O’Keefe flower
and we carried on,
pondering why
she made things big.
~Lynne Shapiro


Finally, here’s what I sent out recently. The idea for the poem came to me after a two hour blackout at work one afternoon, effectively shutting down everything, though we were expected to continue working. Hard to do without electricity and with the reliance on computers!


Darkness bursts unexpectedly,
breaking like thunder
with a sudden roar
of silence.

And the shiver of fear
at the blackness,
the monsters that prey
from the shadows.
~Lacey Dunham


I received two more postcards in the mail yesterday, plus my own that I’ve sent out. I’ll include those in another update!


July 31, 2009

Poetry Postcard – First Postcard!

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I received my first postcard in the mail today as part of the August 2009 Poetry Postcard! And then I re-read the instructions for participating and realized I was a bit late to send out my own postcard, which prompted the theme for my poem.


(No title)
lonely dirt road
postal code
junk county cemetery.


firecracker smoke wavering
over mind fields,
mingling annual reunion


storied explosion
we can make it if
we want to.
~Talia Reed



And here’s my poem with text below. The front of the postcard is the front cover art from a recently published book Gravity Dancers , edited by Richard Peabody and featuring fiction by women from the Greater Washington, DC area. They were free, so I’ll probably be using them more than once to send out my poetry postcards.













On Being Late
Procrastination is my blood.
Those letters floating like
alphabet soup, thick
with accusations on my silver spoon.
I try and spit them out
but find I swallow them whole.


July 30, 2009

Poetry Postcard

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So I recently sighed up to take part in something called the August 2009 Poetry Postcard. It’s a cool chain mail exercise and–oh boy!–you get something in the mail other than bills!


Here’s the blip from the website:


    Get yourself at least 31 postcards. These can be found at book stores, thrift shops, online, drug stores, antique shops, museums, gift shops. (You’ll be amazed at how quickly you become a postcard addict.)

    On or about July 27th, write an original poem right on a postcard and mail it to the person on the list below your name. (If you are at the very bottom, send a card to the name at the top.) And please WRITE LEGIBLY!

    Starting on August 1st, ideally in response to a card YOU receive, keep writing a poem a day on a postcard and mailing it to successive folks on the list until you’ve sent out 31 postcards. Of course you can keep going and send as many as you like but we ask you to commit to at least 31 (a month’s worth).

    What to write? Something that relates to your sense of “place” however you interpret that, something about how you relate to the postcard image, what you see out the window, what you’re reading, using a phrase/topic/or image from a card that you got, a dream you had that morning, or an image from it, etc. Like “real” postcards, get to something of the “here and now” when you write.

    Do write original poems for the project. Taking old poems and using them is not what we have in mind. These cards are going to an eager audience of one, so there’s no need to agonize. That’s what’s unique about this experience. Rather than submitting poems for possible rejection, you are sending your words to a ready-made and excited audience awaiting your poems in their mailboxes. Everyone loves getting postcards. And postcards with poems, all the better.

    Once you start receiving postcard poems in the mail, you’ll be able to respond to the poems and imagery with postcard poems or your own. That will keep your poems fresh and flowing. Be sure to check postage for cards going abroad. The Postcard Graveyard is a very sad place.

    That’s all there it to it. It’s that fun and that easy.


Even though I don’t write poetry and don’t consider myself a poet (I’m more a fiction/nonfiction person) I’m super excited. I like the idea of writing purposefully but organically everyday and not feeling overwhelmed with the need to edit, edit, edit. I’m looking forward to the goal of simply writing something everyday.


I’ll add postcards to the blog as I receive them. I will also add my own submissions for folks to read.