Category: Market

I’ve been writing poems at the market for three months.

Things are a little different from when I first started. I sit under a tent to keep myself and my machine out of the sun. I write a little faster and more freely, guess that comes with practice and experience. I have floating frames for sale, and Mystery Poems, and some other literary odds and ends.

My favorite change: I have repeat customers now, people who return again and again for poems to mark special occasions.

I’ll be at the Farmer’s Market at Ix every Saturday for the foreseeable future (except I’ll be at the Crozet Arts and Crafts Festival the first weekend of October). I love the market managers and fellow vendors at Farmer’s Market at Ix, and have made many good friends there these past 90-ish days.

If you’re in Charlottesville on a Saturday morning and have an urgent poetry need, stop by and see me.

Laura

Our third Saturday writing poems at the market is in the books! So many poems, so little time, and we found ourselves reluctantly turning away customers as we wrote our last lines of the morning.

We wrote about cellular health, bats, anniversaries, and lovers. And during a brief pause in the action, we sold an owl pin to a very sweet customer.

This was the first truly hot market day of the season and we barely survived without a tent, so it’s time to invest in some shade for sure. New and improved Charlottesville Poem Store digs are on their way!

See you soon,
L&J

We spent a Saturday morning at the farmer’s market writing poems for market-goers. It was a gorgeous morning, chilly to start but we warmed up quickly after the sun crested the top of the tree line.

Our first-ever market customer was…a poet. There is no better way to kick off a business venture than with our brain’s immediate baptism in imposter syndrome neurochemicals.

Her time at the market was short, as she had a nature walk to attend, so when she returned a few minutes after providing her prompt I suggested that she finish the poem with me. Oh, she loved the idea, so she sat at the Royal, took up after my first three stanzas, and closed ‘er out. What a beautiful way to begin this new adventure.