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Of Angels & Bitches

This man criticized my new friend for not paying me with money for a poem. I asked, “who are you to judge another person’s investment?” He repeated that line over and over again, as if singing a song. “Who are you?” he demanded in a deep melodic voice, emphasis changing each time. “Who are you?” He scared my friend away, then unkindly demanded I create a poem about my question.

"Koala" by Billimarie Lubiano Robinson - "You think I'm cute? Well, / I've got teeth / that capitalize / on uncharted territories. / Stroke my fur the wrong way / and you'll feel / just how friendly / I can be." (Typewriter Poetry)

“Koalas”

A few weekends ago, I typed free poems for folks at WorldFest in Woodley Park here in the Valley. I had to leave the event early, so here’s one poem of many which were orphaned.

“Octo”

The night before the event, a few of us took to the sidewalks and chalked. I drew a rather large octopus queen with a royal crown and third jeweled eye. Last night during the art walk, I had some time to write about her:

“Help”

I found this spam message in my Typewriter Poetry inbox. So, I turned it into a prompt: “IM me on Yahoo Msngr it’s important. my username is deborahmeliarr121377”

“ON LEAVING”

Originally Posted: September 18th, 2011Updated: June 9th, 2020This poem is for Ken the photographer with the tiny moleskin notebook. He requested a poem about the “death of a young friend.”

“WINTER KISSES”

Originally Posted: August 23rd, 2011Updated: January 25th, 2020Cindy emailed me the poem I typed this for her at the Canoga Park Art Walk this past week. I think it is amazing how the photograph mirrors the actual poem. Below, you can find the text version of the poem, if you can’t read the picture. Part …

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“MINDFUL OF HOME”

Originally Posted: June 15th, 2011Updated: July 7th, 2020prompt: “I have traveled the earth with only a slight, compact bag at my shoulders that held a camera, enough clothes for tomorrow. I have dwelled and dined in cities where a constant flow of human traffic streaks by, as seen through a window. I have wandered endless …

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