When I moved to Los Angeles in 1996, I landed, via friends, into a fomentous poetry scene, co-edited one journal, watched performance poets, sat in on friends' teaching and heard things like got milk, got gas, got god.
Here, a true Los Angelian bit with cooool background sway beat to snap crackle and pop your fingers to
Here, a true Los Angelian bit with cooool background sway beat to snap crackle and pop your fingers to
