By Jean Macpherson
I never met Philip Levine except through his published words. If I had to write about the one thing that most attracted me to his work it is his fearless ability to express working-class traits with abandon … Continue reading→
By Randall Horton
A bedraggled man sits on the steps of the Bleeker Street Station in Manhattan – one shoe on, one shoe off. He talks to himself so fast the words in his mind cannot possibly keep up with … Continue reading→
By Dave Macpherson
We were in Wordsworth’s Books in Harvard Square, where we had been many times before. We were going through the stacks of poetry and I stopped, looked again at what I thought I noticed, and said, “Ah, … Continue reading→
By Eric John Priestley
Lucky Old Son
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→
Chapter Two: Publication
By Sharon Doubiago
I’m five, spinning cartwheels under the Los Angeles sky, to the rhythm of the mantra I’ve learned from Socrates: Know thyself.
For years I remembered, or rather “understood” and articulated my five year … Continue reading→