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One great thing about computers over typewriters is italics. You can click ‘read more’ to see which phrases I italicized…it really does give the poem a different feel.

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Now that I’m back home, I can upload the rest of the couples series I wrote for National Poetry Month. I’m not sure if I should continue taking pictures of the poems, or just scan them into the computer. Which image style do you think is best? Here’s an example of a scanned poem, and here’s an example of a photographed poem. Would love your opinions! Thanks :)

Anyway, here’s couple #11–

"Couple #11"  this ain't sand we're stepping on, but pebbles polished stone, our bodies warmed by fires inside  thank you, vodka and pineapples  we hold hands on the brim of perlite sea foam and obsidian waters absorbing the glare from adhd stars  let's reset our dna. mix-match molecules, redo chromosomes. let's fall asleep like brothers do-- slip off your trunks and sink into the warmth with me  - billimarie

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One of my favorite days of the year…and so close to my birthday :)

Which poem is in your pocket today? Feel free to snap a picture and post it in the comments!

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I keep the same exact poem in my pocket every single year. It is one of my favorite poems, mainly because the memory of first reading it is still fresh in my mind…

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A beautiful family picked me up on the side of the road in Lihue (Kaua’i), Hawaii. They even gave me $10 for the bus fare. I left them a copy of this poem underneath the bus bench they dropped me off at…hopefully they received it :) Mahalo!

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I’m in Hawaii so I don’t exactly feel like updating Typewriter Poetry every day :) But because it’s raining, here’s a poem from April 4th.

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here is a poem for the prompt “curio”

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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.

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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.

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Yes, you read right. I’ll be bringing my typewriter as well as my lawn-chair, cardboard sign, paper, and thinking/feeling hat to the playa this year.

I’ll be sitting by my tent, which will be at the Safer Sex Camp near 5:30 & B(irthday). Come say hello and get a poem !

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.