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”
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:
This poem is for Kelly. She had her artwork up in one of the galleries during last night’s art walk, and asked me to create a poem that might serve as a title for one of her pieces.