Apropos of nothing, I finally took my typewriter to have it properly cleaned and serviced. Because the only shop in the Seattle area that works on typewriters is in Bremerton and I live north of Seattle, it was a half-day trip: about one hour on the ferry each way, waiting for the better part of [...]

Disamenity (a poem)

Saturday morning at the typewriter… The drawstring is a prop saved for nothing in particular most of the time sitting unused on the table with other objects going unused no longer fulfilling their purpose Scraps of paper pile up in an uneasy alliance the wrong one dislodged could bring the whole mess down displacing one [...]