"With Ink" by Billimarie Lubiano Robinson - Typewriter Poetry

Typewriter Poem: “With Ink”

Found out my friend Ryan passed away last year. We met at the Canoga Park Art Walk a few years back…I typed him a poem, he showed me his drawings. Young guy. Potential. We stayed in touch, hanging out and talking, reflecting. The last time we talked, he told me he was focusing on recovery.

Los Angeles Makerspaces…and Conductak

Most of the people I typed for at last year’s Artisanal LA event have blurred together in memory. Even still, there is one fellow I have no intention of ever forgetting. He came over with a friend. She wandered off to take pictures as he and I began to talk. At first, we did the basic Typewriter Poetry dance. He asked about the project, I answered with my usual bases covered. Soon, something shifted. He sat down on the floor. I halted my work on another person’s poem. We dove into our hitchhiking and traveling stories; afterward, he shared his love of robotics and electronics with me.

me & thelittleblackcoffeecup

Last week, I got a chance to meet up with Ashley (creator of The Little Black Coffee Cup). We only knew each other through Twitter, thanks to our mutual philosophy–“substance over stuff,” as she aptly says. We connected over delicious gourmet coffee, then explored the artsy streets of Culver City.

The Happy Poem

Last week at the Canoga Park Art Walk, I had the pleasure of meeting Julie. She’s the type of person who puts out an energetic vibe, and so I was very happy to write a poem for her based on the prompt “happiness.”

"Butterflies of New Beginnings" by Billimarie Lubiano Robinson - "Crawling is a slow path / unto greatness, proceeding only intuition / the mother of cosmic beauty." (Typewriter Poetry)

“BUTTERFLIES OF NEW BEGINNINGS”

My friend Natacha gave me this prompt: “a poem about the butterflies of new beginnings” Butterflies of New Beginnings Crawling is a slow pathonto greatness, proceeding only intuitionthe mother of cosmic beauty. How fitting that we rise and fallout of moondust and starshine,as if life–full and restless with purpose–had foreseen Read more…