poetry
stops commas question marks
image typed on my Imperial Good Companion 5
haiku typed on my Smith Corona Classic 12
Waiting
When you wish you had a typewriter with you, Hanx hits the spot
Having Earl Grey tea at the Parcel Yard, a converted PO sorting office at King’s Cross train station.
Shallows
Dark Nights, Bright Lights
Explicit: poetry : no explanation 
Balancing stones
When it happens, it feels like magic 🙂
This is one of those satisfying activities that you do for no reason other than the moment of satisfaction. The stone will tumble, and a photograph doesn’t really capture what it feels like in real life. Your mind emptied of everything you are at one with this stone until you let it go and see it balanced. I could get addicted to balancing pebbles on the beach. If you can, give it a try, you might surprise yourself.
on a still day
Almond blossom
You Are An Odd Balloon…
From a page of a typed journal (2015) that I’m finally getting around to binding
there is no such thing as a slut
Type The Clouds 