Tiffany was waiting patiently in the line that formed sometime before the sun went down. Her thick long hair and striking facial features stood out in my mind as I typed poems for others. When it was her turn, we smiled and immediately let down our guard.
This man criticized my new friend for not paying me with money for a poem. I asked, “who are you to judge another person’s investment?” He repeated that line over and over again, as if singing a song. “Who are you?” he demanded in a deep melodic voice, emphasis changing each time. “Who are you?” He scared my friend away, then unkindly demanded I create a poem about my question.
Last week, I got a chance to meet up with Ashley (creator of 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.
I did Typewriter Poetry during the pre-show. Set out a few tarot cards (major arcana, if you were curious), rearranged candles, plopped down my typewriter and wrote free poems for the guests. “Some guests interacted with tarot cards next to a planter box garden of orchids and fledgling pineapples while poet Billimarie called upon the Muses and typed out impromptu verse on her baby pink typewriter.” –Henri Maddocks
Packing my typewriter, collecting donations, and cleaning my bag out, I was spent for the evening and ready to go home. Then out of nowhere popped Jesse.
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.
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:
Originally Posted: July 20th, 2012Updated: January 4th, 2020 The theme for last night’s art walk was 80’s toys. Delsy was kind enough to take a picture with me, her poem, and the shiniest piece of clothing I own 🙂
Originally Posted: May 18th, 2012Updated: January 3rd, 2015I took this while in Hawaii (Kaua’i) with my disposable camera.
Originally Posted: April 10th, 2012Updated: January 4th, 2015Today I was typing here at a coffee shop in Haleiwa, HI. John took a few of these pictures as I typed a poem for him.
Originally Posted: August 23rd, 2011Updated: January 25th, 2020Cindy emailed me the poem I typed this for her at the Canoga Park Art Walk this past week. I think it is amazing how the photograph mirrors the actual poem. Below, you can find the text version of the poem, if you can’t read the picture. Part …
Originally Posted: March 27th, 2011Updated: January 4th, 2020prompt: “can you write me a disturbing erotic poem about a sock drawer?”
