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A biannual magazine featuring 10 poems by 10 poets printed on 10 postcards with original art for each poem. Think of us as broadside-minis. EIC: @mrwojorising.bsky.social www.postcardlit.com

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Find me for $10 copies of Postcard!

I’ll be listening to a Fairy Tale panel at 9 and Book Design one at 1:30, otherwise I’ll be wandering the bookfair and conference. Probably hanging around booth 644 too!

06.03.2026 12:33 👍 3 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 1
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If you’d like a copy of issues 2 or 3 for just $10 (50% off!), then find me wandering the #AWP bookfair from 10-12ish today! Just say, “Hey. Aren’t you the Postcard guy?”

05.03.2026 13:03 👍 4 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 1

Find David Wednesday-Saturday morning at AWP if you want a copy of Postcard 2 or 3 for 50% off! Message this account or his to track him down.

02.03.2026 18:02 👍 2 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0

And if you're not going to AWP, don't worry, issues 2 and 3 are on sale for $12! www.postcardlit.com/store

27.02.2026 16:14 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
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While Postcard will not have a table at #AWP, our editor (@mrwojorising.bsky.social) will be there with copies of issues 2 & 3 for sale for $10 each (lowest price ever!). Find him/me if you'd like a copy!

27.02.2026 13:54 👍 10 🔁 2 💬 0 📌 1
General Repertoire

Wrong, like when you say there’s no such thing as and keep talking. Beautiful, like every possum. Egregious, like the number of times I wrote your name in seventh grade. Deflated, like a football or a philosophical account of truth. Inflated, like my opinion of the possum. Correct, also like my opinion of the possum, and probably too your opinion of me. Dead, like most languages, one hundred thousand plus. Alive, like this language, & you, for now.

General Repertoire Wrong, like when you say there’s no such thing as and keep talking. Beautiful, like every possum. Egregious, like the number of times I wrote your name in seventh grade. Deflated, like a football or a philosophical account of truth. Inflated, like my opinion of the possum. Correct, also like my opinion of the possum, and probably too your opinion of me. Dead, like most languages, one hundred thousand plus. Alive, like this language, & you, for now.

one of three new poems up today in @bulbregion.bsky.social, with many thanks to @sarpsozdinler.bsky.social for including me! :)

03.02.2026 16:30 👍 27 🔁 10 💬 3 📌 0
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Oddest & Oldest & Saddest & Best, poems by Jane Zwart | Orison Books Oddest & Oldest & Saddest & Bestpoems by Jane Zwart *available for pre-order* Orison Bookspaper / 74 pp. / $18.00ISBN: 978-1-949039-68-9Publication Date: February 3, 2026 ABOUT THE BOO...

Respiratory virus notwithstanding, I'm so grateful that it's my first collection's official birthday. Thank you to Orison Books & this book's many, many midwives. 🤍
Oddest & Oldest & Saddest & Best, poems by Jane Zwart | Orison Books share.google/fkmw3vWIohLJ...

03.02.2026 16:13 👍 27 🔁 8 💬 2 📌 2
Christopher Citro Reads His Poem "Hawk Shadow Here To Help"
Christopher Citro Reads His Poem "Hawk Shadow Here To Help" YouTube video by Christopher Citro

Friends! Here's a video of me reading my poem "Hawk Shadow Here to Help" which was published recently in The Kenyon Review.
youtu.be/7yla8igPUKo

06.02.2026 17:23 👍 5 🔁 3 💬 0 📌 0
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Postcard is still here but it's a one-person job and that one person just got real busy and life got in the way. Over the last month I've been steadily catching up on submissions. I'm getting back to the work of putting together an incredible 4th issue. Postcard is still open for submissions!

31.01.2026 17:51 👍 10 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 1

These make great holiday gifts!

29.11.2025 23:14 👍 3 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0

I enjoy spreading joy with these little poetry postcards. They make people happy which makes me happy. Support @postcardlit.bsky.social !

29.11.2025 23:32 👍 3 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0

Because the world needs more poetry 💙💙💙

29.11.2025 22:46 👍 12 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0
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Issues 2 and 3 of Postcard are back on sale! Support artists! Read poems! Help me make room in my overly crowded office! Issues are 40% off for the rest of the year! Visit PostcardLit.com to order a copy (or copies, they make great gifts!) now!

29.11.2025 18:08 👍 15 🔁 8 💬 0 📌 3
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It's our editor's/founder's/designer's 40th birthday on Friday so today through Sunday, issues 2 and 3 are 40% off! Pick up your copies here: postcardlit.com/store

13.11.2025 13:07 👍 6 🔁 2 💬 0 📌 1
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Still reading for issue 4. A little behind on submissions so bear with me as I catch up. Keep submitting! Maybe buy a copy of issue 2 or 3?
www.postcardlit.com

27.10.2025 12:45 👍 10 🔁 4 💬 0 📌 0

ICYMI: in 25.5 hours or so I will be reading small poems for @havehashad.com! so excited to celebrate #smallpoemsunday with some skulls :) 💀

25.10.2025 14:30 👍 17 🔁 8 💬 0 📌 0

TWO new poems from issue TWO contributor Stefanie Kirby!

17.10.2025 17:46 👍 6 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0
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We're a little behind on submissions and issue 4, but we're getting there slowly! Still open for subs all year round! And we have copies of Issues 2 and 3 for sale! Visit www.postcardlit.com for more.

16.10.2025 18:16 👍 7 🔁 2 💬 0 📌 0

Huh...we never ended our August sale but also...no one has taken advantage of that yet...

07.10.2025 15:07 👍 2 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0

You definitely want to pick up this new collection from issue 1 contributor and all-around-amazing poet Donna Vorreyer!

07.10.2025 15:06 👍 5 🔁 2 💬 0 📌 0

And one from issue 3 contrib Jane Zwart ALSO in Action, Spectacle!

17.09.2025 13:42 👍 7 🔁 2 💬 1 📌 0

A new one from issue 1 contrib Donna Vorreyer in Action, Spectacle!

17.09.2025 13:42 👍 5 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
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If you live in North / Central Jersey, come see me on September 27th at 7pm at duCret Center of Art, 1030 Central Ave, Plainfield, NJ

02.09.2025 21:51 👍 8 🔁 3 💬 1 📌 1
Present Tense
by Todd Dillard

My father’s telling me about his dog,
how it fell into a well
when they were walking down a wooded path.
His dog ran across some rotted planks,
the planks splintered, “And whoosh!”
my father says. “No more dog.”
I look at the clock and remind my father it’s three A.M.
“I’m not finished,” he says.
He tells me about the rope he bought, the bucket,
how he knotted the rope to the bucket, lowered it down,
and yelled for the dog to get in.
“But all I pulled up was more barking.”
“Dad,” I say. “This never happened.”
He says he can’t remember 
how long he tried to get the dog 
to shimmy into the bucket.
Just that at some point
when the sky turned tawny—“Dad—“
as a pitcher of sweet tea—“Dad—“
he decided to give up.
“Dad,” I say. “It’s late.
I’m tired. And you’re dead.”
“Dammit, son,” my father says. “Let me finish!”
My father tells me about filling the bucket with dirt 
and pouring the dirt into the well.
And I know what he’s getting at, I know
he’s going to tell me bucket by bucket
he filled the well and 
the dog jumped out. He’s going to say
something about how the dog
led him home through the dark.
I know this so loudly I don’t
hear, at first, my father’s silence.
“Dad?” I say. “Dad, are you there?”
I keep lowering the bucket
but all I ever pull up are leaves.
Red leaves. Lately, some gold.

Present Tense by Todd Dillard My father’s telling me about his dog, how it fell into a well when they were walking down a wooded path. His dog ran across some rotted planks, the planks splintered, “And whoosh!” my father says. “No more dog.” I look at the clock and remind my father it’s three A.M. “I’m not finished,” he says. He tells me about the rope he bought, the bucket, how he knotted the rope to the bucket, lowered it down, and yelled for the dog to get in. “But all I pulled up was more barking.” “Dad,” I say. “This never happened.” He says he can’t remember how long he tried to get the dog to shimmy into the bucket. Just that at some point when the sky turned tawny—“Dad—“ as a pitcher of sweet tea—“Dad—“ he decided to give up. “Dad,” I say. “It’s late. I’m tired. And you’re dead.” “Dammit, son,” my father says. “Let me finish!” My father tells me about filling the bucket with dirt and pouring the dirt into the well. And I know what he’s getting at, I know he’s going to tell me bucket by bucket he filled the well and the dog jumped out. He’s going to say something about how the dog led him home through the dark. I know this so loudly I don’t hear, at first, my father’s silence. “Dad?” I say. “Dad, are you there?” I keep lowering the bucket but all I ever pull up are leaves. Red leaves. Lately, some gold.

my issue of Threepenny is here! here’s my poem “Present Tense,” I would love for you to give it a read!

“I know this so loudly I don’t
hear, at first, my father’s silence.”

02.09.2025 21:06 👍 543 🔁 129 💬 65 📌 30

Today's the last day!

30.08.2025 18:29 👍 4 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0

2 more days!

29.08.2025 13:01 👍 4 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0

Issue 3 contributor Jane Zwart has a debut collection coming out and it's now available for pre-order!

26.08.2025 19:15 👍 8 🔁 1 💬 1 📌 0

Pre-order the newest book from issue 1 contributor Donna Vorreyer! You will want this book!

26.08.2025 19:14 👍 7 🔁 0 💬 1 📌 0
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Issues 2 and 3 are on sale through Sunday! Get them for $15 each! And maybe submit to issue 4 while you're at it? www.postcardlit.com

26.08.2025 17:59 👍 3 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 1

Sale ends in 6 days!

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