The day I started writing this essay, hundreds of U.S. Marines arrived in downtown Los Angeles, about ten miles from my home in Pasadena. They joined the 2,000 National Guardsmen already in the cit…| The Adroit Journal
When I decided to pursue an MFA in poetry, I applied widely and foolishly, and somehow accepted an offer from NYU—an offer I quickly questioned in my first workshop where, when introducing ourselves, I learned I was sitting next to a 23-year-old phenom already published in The New Yorker. Fuck, I thought, 26 and unpublished.…| The Adroit Journal
Before I ever stepped to a mic or submitted a poem to a press, music filled my ears, my head, my neighborhood, the kitchen in our household, the whining cassette player beneath my bed sheets. When I discovered poetry, I discovered it through music. My mother had a stack of Mead notebooks filled with her…| The Adroit Journal
Handsome men, my Ptown cottage guests were all of Steve’s generation, in their fifties and sixties. I was in my late-thirties. They wanted to know what my parents had thought of me spending so much time with an older man when I was a teen. “Was your mom a fag hag?” a man with a… The post On Groom appeared first on The Adroit Journal.| The Adroit Journal