Underneath it all, there’s a poem.
It’s good to be home.
I’ve been gone for a month, giving away poems while traveling up California and Oregon with Tyler. With our backpacks, we took to hitchhiking, busing, walking, walking, and of course, more walking.
…Did I mention I brought along my typewriter?
A few weekends ago, I typed free poems for folks at WorldFest in Woodley Park here in the Valley. I had to leave the event early, so here’s one poem of many which were orphaned.
This one is for Monica who requested koalas.
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:
I found this spam message in my Typewriter Poetry inbox. So, I turned it into a prompt: “IM me on Yahoo Msngr it’s important. my username is deborahmeliarr121377”
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”
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 stretch to the horizon like the blue Pacific. and I am left to wonder, where … Continue reading “MINDFUL OF HOME”
prompt: “About hookers and cocaine .. I’m serious.” Continue reading “SERIOUS”