a typewriter poem. Two ladies approached me, excited to have a poem written about their friendship. They were awesome. I don’t think this was my best work, but they were pleased. I might rewrite and work on it and try to track them down… Continue reading
a typewriter poem. A girl found me in the market one week and promised she would return with an excuse for me to write something for her. She did. This is for her best friend in Spain. She cried.