5. Trip To The Edinburgh Book Festival

I can see my typing technique is improving with this post, at least I’m getting more used to this machine (the Remington Noiseless Portable), although at times grammar and tense (the temporal variety) seem to inadvertently get stretched to breaking point. To prepare for writing the above, I tapped out another bad poem – I make no claims to being a poet, but find myself happy to indulge when sitting at a typewriter, for some odd reason. Here is the latest epic:

Mindfulness and Typing

Prepare thyself
Black over Red
There are no keys
No words

An arrow piercing a white cloud…