Often we see books as signs of civilization. I take in their tree trunk roots and inked spines and think only of the sky: (books belong in the wild) Continue reading Old Habits Die Hard: Replacing Free Poetry with Free Books
Being among other Valley folk is inspirational, especially if you’re at the Canoga Park Art Walk.
No longer held in alleys, we’ve taken over the streets. Artists, vendors, food trucks, and musicians alike are neatly gathered along Owensmouth and Sherman Way as day parts into night. It gives the art walk a festive, open feel rather than a claustrophobic clutter of foot traffic.
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”
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”
I asked my brother for a poetry promt. He gave me “oatmeal raisin cookies.”