In December 2019, I handmade postcards and letters then mailed them to different friends and family. I plan on doing another snail mail round at the end of January. If you’d like to receive one, you can send me your address through email.
Often we see books as signs of civilization. I take in their tree trunk roots and inked spines and think only of the sky: (books belong in the wild)
Tiffany was waiting patiently in the line that formed sometime before the sun went down. Her thick long hair and striking facial features stood out in my mind as I typed poems for others. When it was her turn, we smiled and immediately let down our guard.
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”
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 …
I asked my brother for a poetry prompt. He gave me “oatmeal raisin cookies.”