Sahar sent me this picture of the poem I typed for her at the Canoga Park Art Walk. We talked about the color orange and carrots and art 🙂
Captivated by conversation, tapas and wine, attendees were enthralled by the night. In a literary wonderland reflected through timeless glass, everyone bubbled. Princeton Library celebrations were led by live classical music, auctions, vendors, food, dancing, and free poetry. I’m honored Typewriter Poetry played a small role in the enchantment, even if it was for one night (and one night, only).
Originally Posted: March 24th, 2011Updated: January 4th, 2020My friend Natacha gave me this prompt: “a poem about the butterflies of new beginnings” Butterflies of New Beginnings Crawling is a slow pathonto greatness, proceeding only intuitionthe mother of cosmic beauty. How fitting that we rise and fallout of moondust and starshine,as if life–full and restless with …