Poetry Book Review of “So Much Synth” by Brenda Shaughnessy If you’ve ever been curious about contemporary poetry, Brenda Shaughnessy is a great author to start with. It was fitting, to have discovered Shaughnessy’s poetry while I lived in Princeton. I was visiting my friend AL for a weekend and ended up staying in town for three months. I got a job working at the … Continue reading Time Traveling into a Well-Kept Room
“without a muse, an artist is simply a madman shouting to the stars.”
poetry about muses & madmen, punching in for inspiration, and love as stars & the moon. Continue reading Day 20: Featured Typewriter Poetry (National Poetry Month)
April is National Poetry Month! It’s been a while since I last attempted a poetry challenge. This year, I’ll be writing a poem a day. Each piece will be part of a broader series I am currently working on, called suck myself out the heart i give it back. But first: a tiny poetry book To kick off #NPM16, I’d like to introduce Epiphonia: … Continue reading It’s That Time Of Year, Again: National Poetry Month 2016
“Couple #1” is the first in a series of poems called “The Couple Series.” It was conceived when–following a breakup and other intense life stuff–I somewhat impulsively decided to fly to Hawaii and backpack through the islands. Continue reading Etsy Typewriter Poetry Poem Available for Purchase: “Couple #1”
Winter finally hits Los Angeles–
Here’s a poem from 2011 to inject some sunlight back into the sky. “Spring” was created in 2011 thanks to a Typewriter Poetry prompt. Natalie, the woman who asked for the poem, wanted something focused on Japan, lost love, new love, and nostalgia–all tied in with blossoming sakura. You can read the original post here.
Last week, I gave away free Valentine’s Day love and admiration poetry at the Mid-City farmer’s market.
A huge thanks to Moisés for giving me an amazing box of onionskin typewriter paper last year for my birthday…this was the first time I’ve used it. Love at first feel. The translucent, texturized, fragile essence made for a perfect poem this Valentine’s Day.
Here’s one of many poems I wrote during downtime.
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.
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 one is for Eli who requested a poem about his daughter at WorldFest.