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–
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!
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…
I was writing this one in my hostel room when I was interrupted by a visit from a local I recently met. So I put it aside and had a nice long chat with Maui, who is full of all sorts of interesting Hawaiian creationism tidbits.
Came back to this poem today (the 10th) and here’s my favorite version.
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.
April is National Poetry Month here in the US. I’ve been writing a poem a day for the past few April’s, so I figure this time I’ll switch up my style and inspiration a bit.
This was typed for Bill at Occupy LA.
prompt: To use the line, “when was the last time you thought of me, unexpected as if in a dream”
I don’t think anyone has requested a poem about sex until now…which I find kind of surprising!
The awesome Typewriter Poetry supporter, Charlene, wrote me yet another poem on the spot and requested I write a poem on the same subject. Here is the sister poem to her poem (“Sex”).
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 
