Poetry. Newly available from SPD. Thoughtful, funny poems of consumate craftiness by Kowit, who is also a teacher, editor and translator. I died & went to Hell & it was nothing like L.A./ the air all shimmering & blue. No windows/ busted, gutted walk-ups, muggings, rapes/ No drooling hoodlums hulking in doorways. (Hell). Beautifully printed in a handsewn letterpress edition.
Author City: POTRERO, CA USA