We typed poems at a wedding in DC last night. A malfunctioning carriage return in the Lettera 31 caused much drama, so our good ol’ Royal Mercury workhorse came to the rescue. Crawled into my bed around midnight, eyes popped open at 5:45 AM just like every other morning. Time for the world’s largest latte and a proper Substack binge!
I wrote this poem for Tania at the farmers market two weeks ago. She asked me to write about finding beauty in a new town, asked me where she should look first. My answer: start at the river.
Our first issue is out, and it’s all about writing custom poems at the farms market in the heat of summer ☀️🔥🥵