Last week, I got a chance to meet up with The Little Black Coffee Cup. We only knew each other through Twitter, thanks to our mutual philosophy–“substance over stuff,” as she aptly says. We connected over delicious gourmet coffee, then explored the artsy streets of Culver City.
Packing my typewriter, collecting donations, and cleaning my bag out, I was spent for the evening and ready to go home. It hadn’t been too long of a day, but I was tired from sitting on the ground and knew I had a long bus ride ahead of me.
Out from nowhere popped Jesse. With an accent I couldn’t for the life of me place (typical tip of the tongue recognition glitch), he said he’d spotted me putting away my sign and typewriter and wanted to snap a picture. He showed me the candid. Before I knew it, I got to staying, he got to sitting, and we both got to talking.
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.
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.”
Friday the 13th
On Friday the 13th, I had a very lucky day hitchhiking. A beautiful family picked me up on the side of the road in Lihue, Kaua’i, Hawaii. They even gave me $10 for the bus fare. I left them this original poem underneath the bus bench they dropped me off at…hopefully they received it 🙂 Mahalo!
I’m in Hawaii so I don’t exactly feel like updating Typewriter Poetry every day 🙂 But because it’s raining, here’s a poem from April 4th.
prompt: “a rose” Continue reading “THE WILDFLOWER ROSE”
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”
prompt: “when it smells like summer nights and crickets” Continue reading “CRICKET’S CACOPHONY”