There are a couple of attempts at humor in today's poems.
If you have a topic for me, comment below.
If you have a topic for me, comment below.
one typist in the 21st century
Friday, April 3, 2020
Thursday, April 2, 2020
Poems of the day: typewriters, underneath, puddles, creatures
Have a topic for me? Put it in a comment below.
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
Poem of the day: Coronavirus
It's National Poetry Month, and as I did in 2018 and 2016, I'm going to try to type some poetry every day.
I'm taking extra inspiration from Brian Sonia-Wallace's forthcoming book The Poetry of Strangers. I got to read an advance copy, and I loved his stories. I'll be telling you more about this book in due course.
My plan for this month is to write poems on topics of your choice. I don't get to pick and choose—I have to type a poem on every topic that you propose in the comments below. My poems on your topics will be posted on the next day. (I'll also post links to these posts on Facebook, and if I get topics in comments there, I may also write on them—but the blog has priority.) If I get no suggestions, I'll open a dictionary at random and pick a word.
The poems will be typewritten (of course), on a variety of machines, and there will be no revising. In true street-poet style, once the words are on the paper, they will stay there.
To kick things off, I've written a poem on the obvious topic.
Downtown Cincinnati, March 28, 2020:
What else would you like me to write about?
I'm taking extra inspiration from Brian Sonia-Wallace's forthcoming book The Poetry of Strangers. I got to read an advance copy, and I loved his stories. I'll be telling you more about this book in due course.
My plan for this month is to write poems on topics of your choice. I don't get to pick and choose—I have to type a poem on every topic that you propose in the comments below. My poems on your topics will be posted on the next day. (I'll also post links to these posts on Facebook, and if I get topics in comments there, I may also write on them—but the blog has priority.) If I get no suggestions, I'll open a dictionary at random and pick a word.
The poems will be typewritten (of course), on a variety of machines, and there will be no revising. In true street-poet style, once the words are on the paper, they will stay there.
To kick things off, I've written a poem on the obvious topic.
Downtown Cincinnati, March 28, 2020:
What else would you like me to write about?
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