Just to clarify: I am not the scary guy. Or at least, I am not that scary guy.
Arclight Hollywood, Boys’ Room
Baja Beach Bar
Baja Beach Bar, Boys’ Room
Pole Dancing on the Red Line
Hear No Evil
Blue Line, Heading North
Just a selfie at Union Station, 6:21pm
In Union Station’s North Patio, poets sat at tables with typewriters. Visitors had conversations with the poets, from which the poets wrote a bespoke poem for each visitor. I joined the line and had the pleasure of visiting with poet Lory Bedikian who wrote a lovely poem for me.
The Poet Is In: An interactive poetry exchange, Celebrating National Poetry Month
Warning, Eternal Damnation
The Ride Home