We have come to the final POPO 2026 card. I would like to thank Marina again for giving me permission to use her postcards for the Festival. Thank You <3 Tomorrow will be a photo of all of the poetry postcards I received during the festival. As I’ve done in previous years, I gathered one…
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POPO 2026 Day 29
Reticent clouds teasehostage-holding us under treesskinny tomatoes, wrinkled carrots,thirsty toads, drooping ferns,browning grass, restless dust,flower heads seeding early. Though portended by machinesand itchy, hopeful eyes,it is the cloudswho will decidewhen and if to giftus their release.
POPO 2026 Day 28
Primary election day, where hope stirs,a giant wakes, with desireto scramble up from wallow of stressto cast veils of lies aside fromprofessional politicians beholdento their overlord paymasters. Primary election day, where we holdour breaths, trusting our state kinto understand what’s at stake,to get to the polls, to cast their votes.Hand to hand, heart to heart,to…
POPO 2026 Day 27
AUGUST Absolute promise of softeningUnder kinder sunGathering empathy as it travelsUkulele sunsets coolerSummer by month’s end wanedTowards Autumn’s harvest days.
POPO 2026 Day 26
When I go, make me a tree.Inject my spirit into tall oakvacated by transcended bodhisattva.I’ll stay, I promise to continuethe watch, witnessing magnificencethrough gift of sentienceon this plane.I’ll be still, except for playful leavesand muddy feet. Growingever so slowly, taking it all in;remembering untilsacred baton is passed.
POPO 2026 Day 25 (repost, with poem added)
The circumstances in the poem I wrote for this day have changed multiple times, which has led to the decision to write a different poem for the day. This text is a placeholder for the poem. Oops! Forgot to put a poem in here. My apologies. Adding one I wrote last year with a tree…
POPO 2026 Day 24
Beatlemania These fourpost-war boys from Liverpoolalchemized black America’sblues, rock, and moreinto mop-topped, matched suitswhite bread musical mannafuel that ignited mania. Patriarchy trembledto vibrations of deafening screams.Ninety North American concertslater, done. They couldn’t hearthemselves above the static.
