Alpaca Ode

Regular visitors here will know that my wife is an artist and illustrator.  Our desks are right beside each other, so I enjoy being able to watch her works-in-progress take shape over time.  Still the other day, she posted an image that took me by surprise and delighted me beyond words.

I love this vampiric alpaca so much.  It has me in its thrall.  My blood is its blood.  If this alpaca told me to steal blossoms from Emily Dickinson's garden for its flower crown I would be on the next plane to Amherst.  

You can find out more about how it came about here, but essentially Tyler is participating in this month's Creative Unblock assignment from the Jealous Curator, who has a whole book full of assignments to get you off your butt and making art.  I haven't read the book (yet), but since Poems Typed Fresh is all about me getting off my butt and making art, I thought I'd share Tyler's picture along with the following poem for my new camelid muse.

Mothership Hotdog


Yvonne's son, Owen had just graduated college and was making plans for the next phase of his life.  For a while he was seriously considering a turn driving the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile.  This is true.  His mother told me.  Instead, a friend gave him a one-way ticket to Alaska where Owen has spent the last year, presumably climbing glaciers, drinking cowboy coffee from an enameled camp mug, and writing the great american novel by lamplight.  I am jealous of Owen's sense of adventure.

Marry Well

My wife, Tyler, blows me away sometimes.  Not only is she graciously supportive of a husband prone to disappearing to write poems for strangers, but she is also a an incredibly talented artist as well.  Recently, she painted wedding invitations our friends Remi and Nu.  Since many of Remi's family members hail from France, while many of Nu's relatives are from Vietnam, Tyler painted them a three-panel, multilingual invitation that everyone could enjoy.

Not only did Tyler put together a beautiful invitation that reflected Remi and Nu's interests and personalities, but she also hand painted a unique place card for every guest who came to the wedding.  The place cards represented fond memories and stories from the many places that Remi and Nu have explored together.  The France table had cards with champagne and pastries.  The San Francisco table had the Golden Gate bridge.  The Chicago table had live jazz, and something called the "Hot Dog King."  

All in all my creative, wonderful, crazy wife painted almost seventy miniature masterpieces.  You can check them all out at her website,, which also features a number of her other projects and miscellaneous creations.

Watching Tyler make art is one of my favorite things in the world.  Her work inspires me to push myself and try new things.  She understands the ups and downs of being creative.  She encourages me when I'm frustrated and is my biggest supporter when things are going well.  Basically, I married well and though I'd get a little braggy about it.  I also think you'll love her art, so check it out!

Cheesy Love Poem

Request: "write a cheesy love poem for my teeny tiny cutie pie wife. She's Nepalese, loves cooking curry, and loves Mount Everest."

Request: "write a cheesy love poem for my teeny tiny cutie pie wife. She's Nepalese, loves cooking curry, and loves Mount Everest."

At the June pop-up market one of the other vendors, Ned from Go Local Produce, asked if I'd be willing to trade a poem for a giant bag of fresh fruit & vegetables.   Yes.  Yes, I would!  To be clear, he specifically asked for a "cheesy love poem" for his "teeny tiny cutie pie" wife.

June Pop-Up at Sola

I'll be typing poems this Saturday, June 14, at Sola Coffee Cafe in tree-shrouded North Raleigh, North Carolina, America.  Get there between 8:30 and 11:00 AM and you can get yourself a fresh-typed poem on a subject of your choosing, including but not limited to the following:

  • Pesticidal Fumigation
  • Fresh Salmon
  • Your Father's rubber-sole dress shoes
  • The projection of one's consciousness across the planes of time & space once appropriately uninhibited by wakeful self-awareness
  • Easter-egg Hunts gone wrong
  • The Women of Oregon
  • mis-translated tattoos
  • Ribbon dance insinuations

Please stop by should you have the time and inclination.  You could do much worse on a Saturday morning in North Raleigh than enjoy a coffee at Sola.

Sola Pop-up

I'll be at Sola Coffee Cafe in North Raleigh this Saturday, May 10th, at their May Pop-up Market from 9:30 am to 1:30 pm.  I had a blast typing there last month and am looking forward to doing it again.  Here are a few things to keep in mind:

  • Sunday, May 11th is Mother's Day
  • you are only human and as such have inadvertently neglected to arrange some kind of loving gesture for your own dear mother
  • an original poem typed on a subject or from a prompt of your choosing can be yours for a mere five dollars, American
  • I will gladly write a poem about yo momma
  • I will gladly be writing a number of poems about a number of mommas this Saturday
  • I will be glad to write a much better poem if your prompt is more specific than "for mother"
  • you can only get your mother an edible arrangement so many years in a row

That's it.  I'll see you all Saturday!  Come early, stay late, drink coffee, buy stuff.

Sola is the best.  You will enjoy their Pop-up Market.