Underneath it all, there’s a poem.
This man criticized my new friend for not paying me with money for a poem. I asked, “who are you to judge another person’s investment?” He repeated that line over and over again, as if singing a song. “Who are you?” he demanded in a deep melodic voice, emphasis changing each time. “Who are you?” He scared my friend away, then unkindly demanded I create a poem about my question.
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:
prompt: “I have traveled the earth with only a slight, compact bag at my shoulders that held a camera, enough clothes for tomorrow. I have dwelled and dined in cities where a constant flow of human traffic streaks by, as seen through a window. I have wandered endless fields that Read more…