“… squeezed shut, tightly …” #typewriter #poetry #OUTsomnia

“… lovers, trying to escape …” #typewriter #poetry #4AM

“… chains of haunting …” #typewriter #poetry

“… the ache keeps flowing …” #typewriter #poetry

They can have my coffee when they pry it from my cold, dead, still-jittering, hands … #typewriter #poetry #coffee #deathbeforedecaf

Summer brings an eery quiet to my street. #typewriter #poetry #schoolsout

The Englishman (William Tom Warrener, 1861–1934) at the Moulin Rouge

Spent a bit more time “tinkering” with the Perfekt, attempting to fix the shift alignment. While searching for user’s manual online, found info that lead me to a hunch on adjustment - which (over)worked. After a bit of adjusting, the uppercase letters are striking way better! #typewriter #poetry

I would say that Elon Musk lies all the time, and blaming his political involvement on his daughter is part of his ongoing abuse of his daughter. "you made me do it" is intended as punishment and threat.

The backing paper helps, but also makes it harder to feel where the end of the typing page is - without trimming it to match the size, which I may eventually do. #typewriter #poetry #iremember

I’ve struggled to use backing paper in the past; it takes more effort to align the writing paper the way I want, and it breaks up the visual esthetic that I prefer … which agitates the OCD in my ADHD. But I have so many great pieces of paper that I’ve collected for “projects” that haven’t happened.

June is essentially here, which means it is time to pull out a new machine for the next month of writing. To that end, I have blown the dust off my frustrating imperfekt 1962 Triumph Perfekt, “Made in Western Germany.” The case is essentially junked, so this normally sits on a shelf covered.

I don’t even know where to begin with this child - my Punkin. I had no idea, 25yrs ago, just how much this unbelievable human was going to change me, my world, and my understanding of Love … capital L, Love. #typewriter #poetry #daughters

Memories return in many ways, and on their own schedule, with their own “triggers.” Such is grief, such is loss … such is much of life. I miss my dad. I miss the “home” that no longer feels quite like home. And I really miss those gawdam tomatoes. #typewriter #poetry #grief

One thing about ADHD is that my brain darts around a l l d a y l o n g … #typewriter #poetry #adhd #oohshiny

“… before I was done …” #typewriter #poetry

Bright sun, first thing in the morning, in May, in San Diego, is almost completely unheard of … it’s called “May Grey” (and “June Gloom”) for a reason. It was actually startling! But, never fear, dear reader, the marine layer returned immediately and darkness swallowed the sun. #typewriter #poetry

The sun pops out briefly. Stubborn clouds refuse to move quicker. Shadows remain soft. #typewriter #poetry #maygrey

There is so much sadness around Sylvia Plath and her repeated - and ultimately successful - attempted suicides. She wrote with such powerful emotion, but her playfulness and subtle humor with words is almost never remembered. Find her poem “Mushrooms” - it’s lovely. #typewriter #poetry #SylviaPlath

My 6yo neighbor is ridiculously cute and sweet, and reminds me so much of my own daughters at her age. She loves our dog, and loves to bring her treats even more. She carries light wherever she goes. #typewriter #poetry

The Harmonica A poem by The Analog Assassin #typewriter #poetry #harmonica

“… like a disinterested lover …” #typewriter #poetry

The crows know that I collect their discarded feathers, they’ve watched me closely as I’ve fed them. They call me. Daily. #typewriter #poetry #crows #letmegowithyou

Back from a grey morning at the velodrome, and finally having my real coffee. Now the day truly begins. #typewriter #poetry

#typewriter #poetry #haiku

Sleep? Never heard of it … #typewriter

“… we made our escape …” #typewriter #poetry

... guess I'll hafta put the Bauhaus on repeat today ... #belalugosisdeadandidontfeelsogoodmyself

“… begging memory not to fail …” #typewriter #poetry

I’ve been saying this for a very ling time … and it’s still true.

This. God, this. It is such a manufactured panic and it started the moment they lost the fight over gay marriage. Support trans rights because it’s the right thing to do and also because this is all just a fascist push

The dentist across the street has a bi-weekly service contract with landscapers, so every other week the near-dead hedges get closer to the grave. They get shorter and browner with each visit, retaining their manicured squareness. #typewriter #poetry #itsalreadydead

Up early to get daughter on the ice with her coach. The sun is hiding beneath its blankets. #typewriter #poetry #haiku

#typewriter #poetry

“… a complicated relationship …” #typewriter #poetry

… like Helios, riding the chariot sun … #typewriter #poetry #Helios

Sun … glorious sun … in mid May. Sensational sunlight, how I love thee … #typewriter #poetry #MayGrey #sunlight

… loosely based on a morning conversation about the writing process … #typewriter #poetry #iwatch

“… evaporation …” #typewriter #poetry

I could knit a sweater with the dog hair on my clothes. #typewriter #poetry #thisdamndog

The sun came back out, gloriously, for about 5 minutes … #typewriter #poetry #witerslife

Yes, it is once again that time of year where I pine away for the return of the morning sunlight. Hopefully this May Grey won’t spill into another June Gloom. #typewriter #poetry #MayGrey #SoCalProblems

Yes, I had to look up amygdala … #typewriter #poetry #memory #amygdala

… *literally* on the edge of the page … #typewriter #poetry

O’dark:30 as I gulped coffee before taking daughter to her figure skating workout. Poetry will have to wait a bit longer, as I sit in the car outside the rink.

We, as a country, fail far too many of our population, casting people aside as completely disposable. This will ultimately be a major part of our self-inflicted demise. #typewriter #poetry #homelessness #unhoused #latestagecapitalism

“… born from a sleepless night …” #typewriter #poetry #sleepisamyth

After almost 30yrs in the same apartment, I’ve watched neighbors’ kids and dogs grow up and older - collecting more grey hair along the way. #typewriter #poetry #timewaitsfornoone

For *my* mom, and all the moms. #typewriter #poetry #mom #mothersday

My father still lives in the murky memories that have grown old and tattered, and in the dreams he makes cameo appearances in. #typewriter #poetry #grief #dreams