Poem of the day: fog

This is my final poem for National Poetry Month—and for the first time, I really managed to write some poetry on every single day of the month. I don't claim it was all good! Thanks to all the readers who wrote encouraging and interesting comments, and suggested topics.

Another landmark: this poem is the 500th typecast I've published on this blog.

As for the typewriter, I don't think I've shown it before. This Royal FP has been given the "silver surfer" treatment. More about it in the future.

Poem of the day: law of siege

Poem of the day: the sixth commandment

Poem of the day: eye-muscle scarification

Poem of the day: tacit

About the typewriter

Poem of the day: life insurance

Poem of the day: tolerant

To vary the rules of the game (hey, I made the rules, I can vary them) I turned not to Webster's, but to my collection of novels by Harry Stephen Keeler, and played the Sortes Keelerianae.








I know, not much of a poem. (I recommend reading Keeler's two pages for a much more intriguing literary experience.) My excuse for dashing this one off is that I'm getting very busy as the semester winds down and I gear up to teach a two-week intensive course next month.

Today's typewriter is a 1938 Royal Quiet that needs its top repainted, but is still a good performer and quite a beauty.

Poem of the day: the whoopty-doo bird

I almost delayed too long and failed to write a poem today! But here it is, just in time to give the world some unwanted doggerel.

My wife gave me the topic for today's poem. There is a bird in our yard—I think it's a cardinal, but I'm not sure—that has a very distinctive call.

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