Archives for category: short poems
I wrote this to showcase what happens in the 1 to 5 seconds when I first talk to a stranger when they hesitate near me and my typewriter.
prompt: “That moment of excitement when you’re so passionate about what your talking about that you have no choice but to scream, squeal or just fall down dead.”
I loved this prompt because I know exactly what you mean, so I hope this does it justice.
This is another poem that was made for Liz. The prompt here was “mortician.” You can see this picture and more on the Typewriter Poetry Facebook page.
This poem was made for Liz, who requested “trees.” She was kind enough to post the picture to the Typewriter Poetry Facebook page.
I really love how the frame is perfect for this poem! It makes me happy knowing that some of these poems are being sent off to nice homes :)
This poem is for Ken the photographer with the tiny moleskin notebook. He requested a poem about the “death of a young friend.”
Cindy 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 of me really wants to reorganize these line breaks, but I guess you will just have to wait and purchase the “Typewriter Poetry” collection once I finish editing it :)
prompt: “winter kisses”
Most people can’t stand the cold. But we
move in circles around each other,
unafraid of chilled, winter kisses
and dark blue skies made of ice.
We wrap our bodies close
like raincoats ready to conquer the world.
typewriter poetry 
