Some performances were long. We raged past the show and burrowed furiously into the night. Other performances were lonely and quiet, intimate, with soft conversation and relaxed acceptance of letting the flow be. On the last night, our voices rose and fell in play with one another, harmonizing at their own accord to the perfect pitches, intervals, frequencies. Continue reading Literary Creatures: Philly Fringe Festival 2018
Underneath it all, there’s a poem.
We made it to 2015! Today has been beautiful. I’m thankful for the sun. Here’s a poem that I wrote five years ago: “Take.” I’ve been rewriting it ever since. Sharing “Take” comes at a fitting time. As 2014 transitioned into 2015, I woke from several visceral dreams and nightmares. The states of grey between waking, sleep, daydreams and imagination are intricate realms I enjoy exploring, … Continue reading Etsy Typewriter Poetry Poem Available for Purchase: “Take″
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.
This past Saturday, I typed free poetry while riding the Metro Gold Line.
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.
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!
This was typed for Bill at Occupy LA. prompt: To use the line, “when was the last time you thought of me, unexpected as if in a dream” Continue reading “When”
prompt: “write a poem about sleep. i love sleeping. :p” this poem was created with help from two of my favorites: * I love the phrase “fallow spaces”; learned it from a song by one of my favorite local bands, full of emptiness * I used a line from one of my favorite poems by Louise Gluck, “the white lilies” Continue reading “PERSOMNIA”