When I first chanced upon Christopher Poindexter, I found a piece of his writing being attributed to Fitzgerald. There were a few quotes floating around Pinterest that were misattributed. Mr. Poindexter was fighting to re-stake his claim and clean up the mess left by an ignorant poster. Welcome to the world of social media.
As I browsed through his typewritten poems, I must admit, I was a bit addicted. The tone was a kind of a dreamy moodiness, a subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) desperation of a soul seeking answers to some of the oldest questions in existence. Why do we love? How do we define love? Why do we live?
And while for most of us, translating feelings into words is a task we’ll never conquer, we can lose ourselves in these poems. They are romantic and bold, inquisitive and wise.
You can find more poetry by Christopher Poindexter on Tumblr: Remington Typewriter Poetry
You can also purchase the typewritten pieces in his Etsy shop: Christopherspoetry
A LOT has changed since I first discovered Christopher Poindexter and wrote this post. You can now visit Christopher’s website at ChristopherPoindexter.com, which serves as a hub for all of his social media profiles.
Many of Mr. Poindexter’s fans were wishing for him to publish his work. As of my last writing, he has, indeed, published a book of poetry and I hear will be going on a book tour. Pre-orders for his book titled Naked Human began on December 2, 2014.
The book is in pre-order and will be out on March 31st, 2015. It includes two collections of poetry: “The Blooming of Madness” and “The Universe and Her, and I”.