Poem: “Floral Soundtrack”
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.
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Los Angeles Makerspaces…and Conductak
Most of the people I typed for at last year’s Artisanal LA event have blurred together in memory. Even still, there is one fellow I have no intention of ever forgetting. He came over with a friend. She wandered off to take pictures as he and I began to talk. At first, we did the basic Typewriter Poetry dance. He asked about the project, I answered with my usual bases covered. Soon, something shifted. He sat down on the floor. I halted my work on another person’s poem. We dove into our hitchhiking and traveling stories; afterward, he shared his love of robotics and electronics with me.
“Bradley”
Richard once commented that he was surprised most of my poems are fiction-based. Here is one that is about an actual experience.
Time Traveling into a Well-Kept Room
I remember feeling strange, to be in the town but not of the town. I came across Shaughnessy’s Our Andromeda while quietly stacking inventory for Princeton students in need of textbooks. She was a local poet, working with the Princeton MFA’s Emerging Writers series and teaching at Rutgers. Now, returning back to the east coast, to New Jersey, to Newark–it seemed like the perfect time to read Shaughnessy’s newest poetry book, So Much Synth, during the five hour flight from Los Angeles.
Typewriter Poem: “With Ink”
Found out my friend Ryan passed away last year. We met at the Canoga Park Art Walk a few years back…I typed him a poem, he showed me his drawings. Young guy. Potential. We stayed in touch, hanging out and talking, reflecting. The last time we talked, he told me he was focusing on recovery.
Meeting Mika (& Mobius Percussion)
Mobius Percussion is a group of four innovative musicians coming together to build something spectacular as they ascend into the realm of performance and art. Their renditions are visceral vesper reminders from long forgotten dreams. I was taken by their music to a multitude of places…I was, and continue to be, enthralled by the lofty experience Mobius offers.
A Poem for Ophelia
Ophelia–also known as “Killer Rabbit”–is the one in the blue #15 helmet. That evening, she moved in a way that reminded me of my younger self. An untouched sure-footedness which, I think now, stems from being oblivious of your own confidence. It’s something tough. Lasting. The aura before you discover what awkwardness really means.
A Poem For Tiffany the Photographer at the Canoga Park Art Walk
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.
me & thelittleblackcoffeecup
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.
“Couple #11”
Now that I’m back home, I can upload the rest of the couples series I wrote for National Poetry Month. I’m not sure if I should continue taking pictures of the poems, or just scan them into the computer. Which image style do you think is best? Here’s an example of a scanned poem, and here’s an example of a photographed poem. Would love your opinions! Thanks 🙂
Poem: “Friday The 13th” – Hawaii Hitchhiking
On Friday the 13th I had a lucky day hitchhiking. A family picked me up in Lihue Kaua’i Hawaii. They gave me $10 for the bus. I left them this poem. Mahalo!
“ON LEAVING”
Originally Posted: September 18th, 2011Updated: June 9th, 2020This poem is for Ken the photographer with the tiny moleskin notebook. He requested a poem about the “death of a young friend.”
“WINTER KISSES”
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 …
“SPRING”
Originally Posted: March 29th, 2011Updated: January 4th, 2020prompt: “Can you please write something regarding japan, lost & new love, nostalgia, tying in with the blossoming Sakura?? It’s very important in their culture, yet I see so few poems about it. Or you can feel free to venture into any topic relating to japan or Sakura, …
“FOR THE DOLL MAKER”
Originally Posted: March 28th, 2011Updated: January 4th, 2020prompt: “Omg can i have a poem?? Or you know what I mean..something about young true love..?? maybe…yeah…love what you do btw(:”