There’s a pecking order, and I often forget that I’m part of it. Today I picked up two bantam (“small”) Serama roosters. Unlike Arjuna the Duck, these brothers are very familiar with humans and have displayed zero fear at my presence.
My typewriter carries so much history and meaning and symbolism that I’m not surprised it hasn’t found a stable “place” to quietly sit. There’s this desk on the bus I’ve been keeping out of the way. I’m afraid that guests might not like it, or that it might get in the way.
A huge thanks to Moisés for giving me this amazing onionskin typewriter paper last year for my birthday…this was the first time I’ve used it. Love at first feel. The translucent, texturized, fragile essence made for a perfect poem this Valentine’s Day.
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Today’s feature is a Custom Typewriter Poem called “Irrigation,” written as a gift for Mimi–a tech sustainability expert.
Here’s a personalized #BlackLivesMatter gift to an activist in Philly.
A poem for my friend Natacha, who gave me this prompt: “the butterflies of new beginnings”
Hi, friends. Here’s the first monthly stakeholder report for the Typewriter Poetry shop. Inside, you’ll find my initial findings, budget, goals, & how you can help. Thanks as always for your support!
What is art? Here’s a poem about art.
Underneath it all, there’s a poem. “Lady Palabra” is an abstract, original acrylic painting on an 8×10 canvas. Prints are available for sale in the Typewriter Poetry shop.
This poem is for Kelly. She had her artwork up in one of the galleries during last night’s art walk, and asked me to create a poem that might serve as a title for one of her pieces.
