Typewriter Poetry at the Paperback Poetry Festival Today, I’ll be setting up with my typewriter, gifting strangers and friends Free Poetry at the Paperback Poetry Festival. The Sankofa House 906 South 49th St 4PM – 9PM I’ll also have the latest Tiny Epiphany books and zines, including special Limited Edition hardcovers and regular paperbacks. The sun’s out, there’s a breeze in the air, and today … Continue reading Paperback Poetry Festival
SpaceX, Tesla, & SauceLA hosted a Valentine’s Day pop-up in February 2018. Free Poetry was available for all employees who were brave enough to take a seat. Continue reading SpaceX and Tesla: Free Poetry for Valentine’s Day
I’m extremely grateful to say I’ve crossed one more item off my bucket list: perform Typewriter Poetry inside a museum. It brings Typewriter Poetry to a complete circle. I am able to put my typewriter to rest with pride and move on to the next adventure. Continue reading Goodnight, Royal! (On Valentine’s Day, Staten Island, and a Slightly Related Third Thing)
Events have an allure which public spaces lack. In both instances, you are a spectacle; yet there is a distinct difference in how people react to and approach you. Public spaces offer a nonchalant curiosity, but events open people up rather immediately. Everyone’s behavior is influenced by the fantastic, not-so-everyday surroundings and atmosphere.
…plus, there’s alcohol.
A tremendous thank you to everyone who stopped by for a free poem at Artisanal LA! The Reef was full of passionate foodies and crafty vendors; what an inspiring mix of people to collide into. Every isle you meandered down beckoned you with some sensually stimulating substance. Scented spices, meats and cheeses–even goats! They nibbled you softly when you went over to say hello.
I can’t quit LA.
Last month, I was lucky enough to meet and type for several members of the San Fernando Valley’s Junior Roller Derby team. I loved typing for each of the girls. Kristine, Ophelia’s mom, sent me these pictures.
This past Saturday, I typed free poetry while riding the Metro Gold Line.
While wandering in Oregon, the Newer York contacted me about appearing at their annual Literary Carnival. I got back home to Los Angeles just in time last Friday for the event.
The carnival itself is a theatrical book release for an experimental literary journal. The show was full of performance, readings, social experiments, short films, and curiously quirky delights for the senses.
I wrote this for Jude at Occupy LA. I’m pretty sure her prompt was “kitties,” and that she told me a story about how hers passed away. It was loud so I guess we’ll never know.