Being amongst other Valley folk is inspirational, especially if you’re at the Canoga Park Art Walk.
No longer held in alleys, we’ve taken over the streets. Artists, vendors, food trucks, and musicians alike are neatly gathered along Owensmouth and Sherman Way as day parts into night. It gives the art walk a festive, open feel rather than a claustrophobic clutter of foot traffic.
I get a lot of gifts back from the people I gift poems to. Some are tangible, others are not. This one I kept on my wall for the longest time…finally I decided to photograph and share it with everyone else. One of my favorites. Thanks, Tammy!
Thanks to everyone who came out and supported the Canoga Park Art Walk
The night before the event, a few of us took to the sidewalks and chalked. I drew a rather large octopus queen with a royal crown and third jeweled eye. Last night during the art walk, I had some time to write about her:
This poem is for Kelly. She had her artwork up in one of the galleries during last night’s art walk, and asked me to create a poem that might serve as a title for one of her pieces.
The theme for last night’s art walk was 80′s toys. Delsy was kind enough to take a picture with me, her poem, and the shiniest piece of clothing I own
Last week at the Canoga Park Art Walk, I had the pleasure of meeting Julie. She’s the type of person who puts out an energetic vibe, and so I was very happy to write a poem for her based on the prompt “happiness.”
As I was digging through my files, I found this little orphaned poem. I think the prompt was about “snowy owls.”
I wrote this to showcase what happens in the 1 to 5 seconds when I first talk to a stranger when they hesitate near me and my typewriter.
This is another poem that was made for Liz. The prompt here was “mortician.” You can see this picture and more on the Typewriter Poetry Facebook page.