Postcardia-cum-Poetica #55

I adored the image on this card but the sheer amount of words in its original form had it tucked away at the back of the pile, so I’m ecstatic to have been able to rework it in a way that honours the simplicity of the image (and I am always awed at the simpatico pull of word fragments to compliment the picture).

Card is a promo for a local Buddhist talk and words, as they have been most recently, from Women Who Run With The Wolves. 

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Postcardia-cum-Poetica #54

I’ve got quite a collection of card which already have words on them. Words that aren’t always easily covered up (like #52 ) so today’s card was an experiment in creating space for words while mainting the integrity of the original image. It’s given me the confidence to convert a few more of the wordy cards, and thus, further extending the life span of my postcard pile.

Promo card from La Boîte Theatre’s production of Nick Enright’s Blackrock. Words from Women Who Run With The Wolves.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #53

Postcard is a 2015 promo for the Adelaide OzAsia festival, featuring Peter Hönneman’s photograph of Miss Revolutionary Idol Beserker. Words from Women Who Run With the Wolves.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #52

And I’ve reached the magic number of 52, representing an entire year of postcardia here! Despite long pauses with no postcards to post or falling behind in posting here, it appears that I’ve basically made up time, in the productive between times to round all this out in 52 weeks. You can click back and see #1 here from the 14th October 2016 (

This is the promo postcard for The Hamlet Apocalypse with words from Women Who Run With The Wolves. 

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #45

One of the last hurrah postcards from AvantCard, Sarah Contos’s award winning The Long Kiss Goodbye, with fragments from The Time Traveler’s Wife.

Postcardia-cum-Poetica #44

This postcard had a bit of an adventure before it even intentionally set forth on its way to Melbourne. It was blown twice from the balcony I was sitting on last week, while we were at Frew Park, and the second time it looked as though I had lost it for good.

We found it spooning the wall of the building.

I thought I had lost it a third time. Eventually found it nestled in the book that I had placed it in for safe keeping from the blustering wind.

Made from my 2015 postcard, and taken from the ten raw postcards I sent down to Adam at the start of 2016, #44 is my first dip back into that artistic landscape. The words were taken from my Elyora baggie of fragments.

I’m torn as to whether it is a summer poem or a winter one. What do you think?