THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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I claim my place in this world: , purelyas I come cracking out of my shell,

well cooked, and softly boiled,

rock salty and peppered grey. Cate McNider 8/23/14 first published here

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Without PoetryNo matter the face my spirit takes,

I can't imagine living it without poetry,

not seeing the poetic in everything

from the justice of karma to the grasshopper

mouse howling in the Sonoran desert after

kiling a scorpion for dinner. Cate McNider 6/28/15 first published here

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buffa,o bufalo buffalo buffalo

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Robert foot hurts. We are on scooters. The dog Akiko is remembering she likes to pull the scooters as if she was a sled dog. We are by the big mystical tree. I wrote three books on typewriters like this. The finger sinking

into a pool with each stroke. After the drain. All is wet. Breath is

moisture.

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it was a dark and stormy nightwhen i was a child i would wear socks at night to prevent the alligators fromeating me toes. to the best i know, it vompletely worked. i have all my

toes.

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Tompkins in June rainChildren swing, climb, puddle splash

squirrels, sparrows drink.

Tompkins in June rain

leaves heavy, wet, puddles glint

tree limbs serpent-like.

Namita Luthra

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I am fry the frog lily in the bog. I sit on the log. There is a bugthat tries to attack me. I think that you think the first couple

sentences sound like a poem. Me too I was wrong but trust me I know what

I am doing. no, do you have a hot dog I could eat, noe sour burger

Okay, you thing I am greedy, well you are wrong. I will get revenge

well sorry but mom is telling him that he needs to stop writing. . .

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children play and laugh here. pretending to be a bear. watch squirrels climb up a tree watching out for lots of bees. laughing at a puddle now ready to cuddle. -Shiri.

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NY wow so glad to be here with good artist people. once a dream now a reality. may all who wander through this world be who they are meant to be, love and be loved and have a peaceful journey. Gods love to all, family, memory, and neighborhood are universe by our shared experience. WOW NY glad to be here even for a short time. :) PFF 2015.

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Let myself evolve into the person into the person I will be at 40...really enjoy the arbitrary number choice. I can't help but notice that the age of 40 is supposed to be a settled one; certainly a fear of mine that i am not exuberant enough in my youth. Yet, I notice that the more I hold such a worry, the worse off I become. Resistant and full of the desires of others; or the desires that float about in the thick ether of our radio wave infected bloodland. To notice a person that exists today is already too large of an abstraction I fear. The immediacy of perception is dwindled by familiar notions. Unfamiliar notions, can help dig out the entrenchants, but if they are not confronted both, the said and unsaid, the positive and the negative, the come on and the not; then you will be stuck in the whole mess. It doesn't matter which bramble of the thicket you find yourself in. Cut yourself a hole in the floor--today. :)

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deep in my sleep where the roots don't reach/ there is a n itching and a scritching almost like a bewitching, and people of all kinds crawl the tunnels in my mind tying me down/ and each and every time it takes me longer to unwind the stick silk that has me bound. -ps ...

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Haroun and Morgan sat in the park. unsure of what lie ahead, they said nothing. He was restless. She was confused. he watched as she pulled her hair away from herface. Her curiosity brought her over to the key board, but she wasn,t allowed near his work. It was too soon.

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I still love you. please remember me. and letsdo it again next year. Happy summer. I love you. . .

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punch the keys with force new yorkI can definitely see myself being

one of those hipsters who uses a typewriter on the subway.

this is very fun

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gave himself his first percing on his lip. ray jr iswhat is up matt manomey

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i,ve never been a ble to keep a journal. . .

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Your 40 year old self would say dont be so serious. your 80 year old selfwould say __ "stop worrying about this sh#% and wasting my youth!"

have fun and see the beayty!

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I feel like it,s not right to say that brooklyn is like Oakland.

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J nan is also e nd col i ruleimagine poetry was a real thing and a vlable contribution to society

instead of useless not like advertising or tax evasion - those are the

Skills we reallyy value right

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Each other ovensourin and b ke forever new york adventures lucky ha verepppfro con edison ignti ging compney