Eighty-five, feeling like every hour is a step back to the Great Crash of ‘29 when almost everyone in my family was struggling to find a shovel, scalpel, handgun, … Continue reading→
Next … Magazine covered the Southern California poetry scene on monthly basis from 1994 through 1998. In the process, it provided a ground-level view of a transitional period in poetry, in SoCal and nationally. “From … Continue reading→
I first moved to the Poison Tree in 1982. The FBI had burned the Watts Writers’ Workshop down in 1973. I had no place else to go. It was cold in East Los … Continue reading→
“The soldiers were bored, shellshocked and angry”* “There is a lot more to being in the infantry than shooting, but everything else is just … Continue reading→
