Poem: Your King
As we embraced, you called out
and I understood for a moment, this moment, the one that wasn’t before,
I was your king.
Before he takes his war chest of political “donations” to the national arena, where his handlers will attempt to re-package him as “presidential,” our bumbling failure of a Mayor, the man who oversees an ongoing humanitarian disaster known as “homelessness in Los Angeles,” seems determined to wreck as many neighborhoods as possible.
The Eric Garcetti ethos: If a luxury real estate developer wants a favor, give it to him!
The latest proposed handout: tax breaks for the homophobic…
Henrietta Goodman’s new collection of poems, “All That Held Us,” like much modern poetry, is discursive, tangential, elliptical — but hers takes the idea of one-thing-leading-to-another to new formal heights. Each poem begins with a line or phrase from the previous poem, sometimes the last line. The “story” — an ongoing exploration into the relationship...