October 8, 2014Love Poem
I have no need
for the mirror
you smashed
when I have your
fist to look on.
from #43 - Spring 2014
from #43 - Spring 2014
“When I was a freshman at UCLA in 1983, I checked out Sylvia Plath’s Ariel from the library and settled down by the pool at the Sunset Rec Center. By the time I got up, I knew I wanted to be a poet. Or as Robert Lowell famously put it in his introduction: ‘To play Russian Roulette with all six cartridges loaded.’”