Fireflies, Home-Cooked Meals, Mathematics, & Mona

The day after rendezvousing at Rittenhouse Square in Philly, I felt sluggish, weary, cold, and uninspired. It took me a large portion of the morning to tap into my unknown energy reserve, then heave my typewriter over to the Princeton’s farmers market.

Sometimes all it takes is connecting with the right person to help you chart a course away from negativity and alienation. It wasn’t until Mona heard the dings and clacks of my typewriter that my outlook was, thankfully, altered.

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“Dishwear”

Rain falling on chicken wire covered trees reminds me of Christmas lights strung along each branch down the boulevard.

To say it has been a while is an understatement. I stopped writing for the public sometime in October. Life sometimes moves in a way where I learn I only have the energy to keep up with myself. Since last autumn, I ended up driving through Mexico to learn Spanish, explore, and climb Mayan ruins; soon after, I impulsively bought a ticket to the east coast and stayed in Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey. I also fell in love.

Here’s a poem I wrote at one o’clock in the morning. The anonymous prompt is great: “ennui… and maybe I like it that way”

"Dishwear" by billimarie typewriter poetry

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