Best Typecast Poems

In junior high, I learned to type –
I visualize the room;
Typewriters lined up in rows
Is what you would assume.

That is correct, although one detail
Isn’t what you’d think – 
Among the gray or black machines,
One stood out – it was pink.

Another one was turquoise – 
All...

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by the sea on shore
birds squawk squabble and jostle
feathered typecast kin...

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Fathers of that era
did not hug or touch or
intimate their love.
He was the same

Did he love us, we his
kin, his blood-seed. He
did not say, yet I 
believe he did.

He was a provider, for
sure. A taste for beer,
never dissolute and
he smoked as most
working folk, did then.

An...

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