Typewriter Series #3089
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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This!!! Soooo speaks to me. I have always said I feel more in touch with the universe and how small my part in it is when I am in nature. I feel comforted and peaceful. I have never felt that in a southern Baptist church let me tell you!
I definitely love the “on the fly” sound much better! You’ve always been so original and raw to me so this style kinda just made me enjoy listening more! I’ve always had my holy moments out in nature. Listening to ocean waves, driving back country roads, or enjoying someone’s skin sermon. Thank you for continuing to create and share!