“Love Lust”

Packing my typewriter, collecting donations, and cleaning my bag out, I was spent for the evening and ready to go home. It hadn’t been too long of a day, but I was tired from sitting on the ground and knew I had a long bus ride ahead of me.

Out from nowhere popped Jesse. With an accent I couldn’t for the life of me place (typical tip of the tongue recognition glitch), he said he’d spotted me putting away my sign and typewriter and wanted to snap a picture. He showed me the candid. Before I knew it, I got to staying, he got to sitting, and we both got to talking.

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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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“Couple #11”

Now that I’m back home, I can upload the rest of the couples series I wrote for National Poetry Month. I’m not sure if I should continue taking pictures of the poems, or just scan them into the computer. Which image style do you think is best? Here’s an example of a scanned poem, and here’s an example of a photographed poem. Would love your opinions! Thanks 🙂

Anyway, here’s couple #11–

"Couple #11"  this ain't sand we're stepping on, but pebbles polished stone, our bodies warmed by fires inside  thank you, vodka and pineapples  we hold hands on the brim of perlite sea foam and obsidian waters absorbing the glare from adhd stars  let's reset our dna. mix-match molecules, redo chromosomes. let's fall asleep like brothers do-- slip off your trunks and sink into the warmth with me  - billimarie

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“SEXUAL SAMSARA”

I don’t think anyone has requested a poem about sex until now…which I find kind of surprising! The awesome Charlene wrote yet another wonderful poem on the spot and requested I write a poem on the same subject. Here is the sister poem to her poem (“Sex”). *edit: This was on the postsecret website the other day. I thought it was extremely relevant to this … Continue reading “SEXUAL SAMSARA”