Blackout #3

More blackout poetry, this time typed on my mom’s old Royal KMM from 1946. 

Blackout Poetry

 My second attempt at blackout poetry, without the blackout, but typed on my 1917 Corona 3 folding typewriter. This is from a random page from a random junk book.

A Sense of Balance

 

A Sunday Morning in Winter

 

Through A Glass Darkly

 

The Importance of Being Ernest

 

A Day at Work

 

Good Vibrations

 

Me and My Corona

 

Tuesday Night

 

Thursday Night

 

Springing Into Action

 

Out of the Shadows