Charlottesville Poem Store 

We write custom poems on demand using vintage typewriters and vintage paper.

Here’s a five minute poem about autumn, written and typed for Nikki at a recent vintage market. Is anyone else ready for rough wool after a hot season of slip?

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!

Beauty from the unexpected.

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.

Rivanna

Our first issue is out, and it’s all about writing custom poems at the farms market in the heat of summer ☀️🔥🥵

Issue 1: Summer at the Market

“A bookshop is powder-magazine, a dynamite-shed, a drugstore of poisons, a bar of intoxicants, a den of opiates, an island of sirens.”

—John Cowper Powys