Category: Market
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Three Months
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…
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That Thing They Say About the Third Time
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…
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Saturday market
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…