Yesterday morning at the farmers market I bought a poem. Also some cauliflower. William Curius, the poet, set up his typewriter by the veggies and wrote poems on demand. You give him the subject (I said Zing!) and after few minutes -- voilá — your very own poem. You pay what you can. “Give me about 10 minutes,” William told me. “I’ve got another one ahead of you.”
Love,k
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