A Typewriter Poem For Music Under Starlight
The Matchbook | 7.3.26
I am lucky.
In the years I’ve done what I do, written poems, taken photographs of beautiful things in beautiful places, sometimes I’ve been afforded opportunities to do really weird, cool stuff.
A few years back, an amazing guy reached out and asked if I’d be willing to write him not one, but 12 different custom poems, one for each month of the year, to give as gifts to someone he loves. He told me a huge array of stories, from skinny dipping in mountain lakes, to listening to music under the dark and starlit sky.
I wrote him 12 poems, and after watching my best good buddy Gregory Alan Isakov perform live outside atop Snow King Mountain in Jackson, WY, one of them just felt too perfect, like even though I wrote it for the gentlemen who ordered the 12 poems, it was also for me, too.
Maybe they all were, in the end. Pieces of me, shining out of stories from him.
Here is the poem I wrote that felt too perfect after the concert we went to.
The spoken word is below, for those who love it.
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I love you all, here’s the poem, and the spoken word version:
I love you all.
Be good.
