Typewriter Series #3089
It Matters Not What We Call Cathedral
This is becoming a regular occurrence, and I am really digging the back-and-forth it leads to in the comments, so to all of you: Thank you, for reading these new and never-before-read Typewriter Series poems, and Thank you, for commenting, and starting discussions on them. Means the world, as per usual. I’ve also loved providing a little insight to the behind-the-scenes process that usually leads to each poem, the thoughts that lead to the words that lead to the lines that lead to the poem itself. I hope you’re digging it too.
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Anyway, onto the poem, and the audio reading/discussion of it, and the weird paper I happen to use each time to type it on. Dive in :)
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