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.
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.
A little while ago, I found the time to do Typewriter Poetry. I was headed to Venice by bus, but got off near the Promenade to refill my water. While walking down an alley, I spotted a mint condition cardboard box. Tore it up, Sharpie’d it down, and ended up settling down near 3rd Street instead.
This is a poem I typed at the Echo Park Art Walk last April. It’s inspired by an interaction I witnessed between a father and his very young daughter.
This one is for Eli who requested a poem about his daughter at WorldFest.
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 stopped by Typewriter Poetry at the Venice Art Crawl last week. I had an awesome time meeting you all and typing a bunch of poems. Blame all misspellings and obtuse rhymes on the free nachos and cups of wine!
Here’s a poem my friend Jimmy requested; the subject was “poet’s choice” so I was inspired by photography, Jimmy’s passion.
I get a lot of gifts back from the people I gift poems to. Some are tangible, others are not. This one I kept on my wall for the longest time…finally I decided to photograph and share it with everyone else. One of my favorites. Thanks, Tammy!
Rain falling on chicken wire covered trees reminds me of Christmas lights strung along each branch down the boulevard.
To say it has been a while is an understatement. I stopped writing for the public sometime in October. Life sometimes moves in a way where I learn I only have the energy to keep up with myself. Since last autumn, I ended up driving through Mexico to learn Spanish, explore, and climb Mayan ruins; soon after, I impulsively bought a ticket to the east coast and stayed in Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey. I also fell in love.
Here’s a poem I wrote at one o’clock in the morning. The anonymous prompt is great: “ennui… and maybe I like it that way”