Karen Greenbaum-Maya's photo and poetry blog:
what I see when I look, what I write when I do (and weird things I overhear)
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The Unheard Poet
No, not me. This guy installed himself at the Sunday morning farmers' market, with a beach chair, half a guitar case, and an Olivetti manual typewriter. He offered to write a poem, on the spot, free (donations accepted), on a prompt/topic of your choice. I suggested unseasonably warm January weather, and he got right on it. Of course we gave him a buck. I wrote one back for him, which I am sending out.