Isn’t just too too too tooooo much a-gurgling and churgling and over-arcing and under-the-rugging in this techno-kray-zee world? In the spirit of calming things down, this Monday I offer a wee but wicked poem, typed on ye olde 1961 Hermes 3000:
Consider the Typewriter (Am I Kidding? No, I Am Not Kidding)
Q & A: Mary Mackey on The Jaguars That Prowl Our Dreams, Bearing Witness, and Women Writers’ Archives
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