No, really, you can touch the poetry

We encourage it in, in fact. Our space in the Woodstock Square Mall is all about poetry you can touch. The space might technically be a closet under the stairs in a strange old building time forgot, but poetry is leaking out of the walls, lying around on counters, waiting for you.

Emergency Footloose

Stop by our office/closet. Make a poem on the magnet board. Dial a poem on the poetry phone. (Or in a nostalgia emergency press zero to hear “Footloose”.) There’s probably something weird in our vending machine (off-brand rodent fortunes for people who are sick of groundhogs telling them the future or message from your future self, perhaps). Our extensive collection of unhinged brochures actually contain some pretty good reading recommendations. And if your self-esteem needs a boost, grab a compliment from our take-a-compliment machine. Come back again sometime because there will probably be something new.

Honestly, it’s OK

You can’t break the poetry. You won’t get a bad grade. Nobody’s going to laugh at you, unless you make a particularly good pun. Everybody’s welcome, except people who try to recite limericks at us. We have to draw the line somewhere.