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. Continue reading “The Process”
An original, spontaneous poem based on the prompt mortician. This one was written for Liz. You can read the other poem I wrote for her here: Hello Tree @mayhem_and_tattoos sent me an awesome photo. He wrote the poem on his gloved hand: MorticianBillimarie Lubiano Robinson They think I study death because I’m morbid. But really the analysis of unmoving bodies makes one reconsider the steps … Continue reading “MORTICIAN”
This poem is for Ken the photographer with the tiny moleskin notebook. He requested a poem about the “death of a young friend.” Continue reading “ON LEAVING”
I don’t think anyone has requested a poem about sex until now…which I find kind of surprising! The awesome Charlene wrote yet another wonderful poem on the spot and requested I write a poem on the same subject. Here is the sister poem to her poem (“Sex”). *edit: This was on the postsecret website the other day. I thought it was extremely relevant to this … Continue reading “SEXUAL SAMSARA”
This will be the last Art Walk in Canoga Park for the year. Be sure to stop by and find me & my typewriter. I’ll have a special surprise for anyone kind enough to donate! This Thursday ~ September 15th ~ 6pm ~ Sherman Way & Owensmouth Continue reading the last Canoga Park Art Walk
Cindy emailed me the poem I typed this for her at the Canoga Park Art Walk this past week. I think it is amazing how the photograph mirrors the actual poem. Below, you can find the text version of the poem, if you can’t read the picture. Part of me really wants to reorganize these line breaks, but I guess you will just have to … Continue reading “WINTER KISSES”
Charlene also wrote me a poem last night at the Canoga Park Art Walk. I almost cried !