The art of waiting
haiku
Come in, have a cup of tea. It’s National Poetry Day in the U.K.
Friends, I invite you to browse sections of my poetry shelves wherever you are in the world, because every day is poetry day. I think we need poetry more than ever, and I think we need to read it in solitude on paper and to hear it spoken in a crowd, we need to read each other poetry at bedtime, and over a breakfast coffee. Leave a poem in a random place. When the world flips its middle finger at you, flip a poem right back at it. With love.
Who do you sing for?
Too hot; dreaming of Spring!
dreaming of the reed bunting’s song and a cool breeze.
hope everyone is coping with this hottest of summers.
stay cool, stay hydrated, and type on.
stops commas question marks
image typed on my Imperial Good Companion 5
haiku typed on my Smith Corona Classic 12
Sunday morning
I bought a haiku
I’m in London today. Walking along the banks of the river Thames I came across a poet with his typewriter, a blue silver reed. so I bought a haiku on the subject of rivers. I turned my phone on to take the pictures and write this post 🙂 It was good to see the typist had a steady stream of customers too. 
Spring
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.
The unbearable lightness of being
Type The Clouds 