The Postcard with the Most-card

So I’ve taken things to the next step with the sharables, trying to make the poems feel tangible and interesting. And then Vistaprint kept emailing me about deals and all that. And how can I pass up a good deal!

I also was reminded that there is a postcard hanging on my bulletten-board of favorite things from a conference in college I attended where a woman wrote a lovely poem about mountains and women and all that. So I’ve decided to take Vistaprint up on their offer and make some postcards of my favorites in order to bring to poems to life.

But as my loyal fans (hi mom) I wanted to share first!

If you are interested in making your own postcards you can enjoy these for a total of $20 or less. Theses will be heavy matte cardstock, which is a little extra. They can have envelopes if you want and I’ll just get 50 but you can get more for less per peice. It’s not a bad investment for those of us who are looking for a little extra umph.

There will always be a loss with poetry. How do you make it real, how do you get it into someones hands with low cost or without publication and the issues there, and how then do you make it visually stimulating in a world of instigram and twitter?

You hand it to them! Problems (for now) solved!

Keep writing and start designing, you never know what you might invent!

 

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Poem 77 Revised

And why bother with plants in barrows when
—A clay face furrow, flanked and filthy
Droughts the boughs of brightness—
Dark snow in winter hoarding all along
The absence of spring. What now fills
The evening with ink and begs for sleep
For silence
                  There are plants in barrows, surely,
Whole pantries full of patient blue eggs.
Carving spring from the naked woods
By butter knife takes all winter.
Hooves collecting flecks of color in cupboards
To cushion the salient seeds. Blanche beasts
In blank places stir now despite the snow…
While you were sleeping, while you slept.

Poem 77

Dear readership,

I appreciate that you have yet to abandon ship. I’ve had a few shocks in the last few weeks and the blog fell through the cracks. Since this was made mainly to accompany a project, and that project is nearing it’s deadline, I will be posting less and less (though more frequently than November and December. Thanks for sticking around.

I promised 100 poems and you will have them… they might just be a little last minute 🙂

from reading a VW

And why bother with plants in barrows when
caughtup in the button-loop and suspended
is a clay face furrow, flanked and filthy–
dark snow in winter hoarding all along
the absence of spring. What now fills
the evening with ink and begs for sleep
for silence
there are plants in barrows, surely,
whole pantries full of patient blue eggs
carving spring from the naked woods by
butterknives takes all winter…
hooves collecting flecks of color in cubbords
to cushion the sawdust and seeds. Blance beasts
in blank places stir now despite the snow–
while you were sleeping; while you slept.
–ECW

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