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.
Some performances were long. We raged past the show and burrowed furiously into the night. Other performances were lonely and quiet, intimate, with soft conversation and relaxed acceptance of letting the flow be. On the last night, our voices rose and fell in play with one another, harmonizing at their own accord to the perfect pitches, intervals, frequencies.
Originally Posted: January 1st, 2015Updated: January 4th, 2020We made it to 2015! Today has been beautiful. I’m thankful for the sun. Here’s a poem that I wrote five years ago: “Take.” I’ve been rewriting it ever since. Sharing “Take” comes at a fitting time. As 2014 transitioned into 2015, I woke from several visceral dreams and …
Captivated by conversation, tapas and wine, attendees were enthralled by the night. In a literary wonderland reflected through timeless glass, everyone bubbled. Princeton Library celebrations were led by live classical music, auctions, vendors, food, dancing, and free poetry. I’m honored Typewriter Poetry played a small role in the enchantment, even if it was for one night (and one night, only).
Originally Posted: May 14th, 2011Updated: August 4th, 2020This poem was featured on Quora as the answer to this question: “What’s the creepiest poem you’ve ever read?” I SAW YOU LAST NIGHT Who says sleepis subconscious? We don’tjust meetin our dreams, we collapseinto each other,exhausted from travelclimbing through oneblack honeinto another. –billimarieoctober 15th 2011 Purchase Poetry
Originally Posted: April 27th, 2011Updated: January 4th, 2020prompt: “write a poem about sleep. i love sleeping. :p” this poem was created with help from two of my favorites: * I love the phrase “fallow spaces”; learned it from a song by one of my favorite local bands, full of emptiness * I used a line …