“Redeemed”- Typewriter Poetry at the Thrift Store

“Redeemed” -a poem by Luke Austin Daugherty, copyright 2016, All Rights Reserved

I found the old girl tossed in the bin at a thrift store this afternoon. I pulled her out of the bin, set her up top a broken washing machine, messed with all of the keys, rolled in a torn-out sheet of paper, and brought her back to life right there… “Redeemed”

No correction tape was available, so pardon my mistakes. Here’s a larger version of the picture I took when I found the old Remington.

A Remington Quiet Writer manual typewriter found in a bin at the west side Goodwill Outlet Store in Indianapolis by Luke Austin Daugherty.

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As always, thank you for reading and sharing my blog! I am an independent poet, author, and singer/songwriter and I have my own ebay business to keep me as flexible as possible. But, writing takes time and if you appreciate what I do, if you have been moved or made to think by my writing, OR have just enjoyed something on my blog, please throw a buck or two in my tip jar! Your kind contribution may buy me a cup of coffee out at my next writing session. Click my easy paypal “tip jar” link that follows and THANKS! -Luke

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“American Poetry” by Luke Austin Daugherty- An Original Poetry Typecast

“American Poetry” by Luke Austin Daugherty, Words and picture: Copyright 2015, All Rights Reserved.

This short poem was written in the daylight of June 23rd and typed in the darkness of the 24th on my Royal Mercury.

As always, thank you for reading and sharing. -Luke

PS. This Christian Brothers brandy I’m sipping on right now tastes pretty good 🙂

“Love is the Middle: The True Story of a Father and Son” is nearly finished!

Luke Austin Daugherty & Dad, Joe Daugherty, in Sept. 1978

As of today, I am half way through my final edit of, “Love is the Middle: The True Story of a Father and Son.” It was January 2014 when I wrote the first words of the book. Now, other than some final tweaks, it is nearly finished. When I started writing, I did not know how long it would take me to write the book or how long the book would be. My main priority was that I didn’t want to rush it. I waited nearly five years after my dad died to start writing the memoir of our relationship. It took years for the reality of his death to sink in and for me to grieve that loss as fully as possible. Through the writing of this book, I have grieved his death even more— and in ways that I did not anticipate.

Now that the book is almost ready to publish, I have a different priority. Perhaps it is more of a hope. I truly desire that this book grows legs and does some “walking around.” Once my work shifts from writing editing to publishing and publicity, I’ll do my damndest to make that happen. My father and I went from being miles apart in our relationship with a burnt bridge between us, to genuinely saying “I love you” again. The story of how we did that is a hell of a tale. I hope you look forward to reading it.