Poetry Machine – by Tommia Wright

Just a bit back from Front Street, adorned with balloons on each corner, the Poetry Machine sat. On an index card, passersby scribbled down five words. Fed into a slot in the machine, an echoing typewriter heard yet not seen. A few minutes later, a poem would emerge. How it was done-. Wait, to tell would spoil the fun.

Thank you, Reisha!

When was the last time you and a friend had a talk, strolling down an art walk?