POETS PLACE
OCTOBER EDITION 2026
Exciting times we are living in! October marks the start of the holiday season. Bright lights and frolic await us. The season of the witch or drinking in the brews of Sodom and Gomorrah. Will we be destroyed by the hands of the wickedness of our current Satan’s living in the WH? Will El Nino flood the country destroying all in its wake? Ah what lies (sic) beyond that can tell our future/fortune? Is it written in the Tarot cards thoughtfully written and read aloud, convincingly by the hands of our cult readers and Tarot guru’s? Can we continue to power on in this murky water densely clouded with the crimes of the overly and unjustly powered? We must. Otherwise…..
We have a stellar roster of brilliant writers this month. Let’s applaud and cheer for us!!! We will write on!!!
Rant
By Linda Kaye
I think it’s time that I shoot up the smack and join the race to oblivion. Why not??? When I die it’ll be all their fault. Fuck you, stupid people, you’ve won, but in reality you’ve lost! Lost all sense of humanity, integrity, democracy.
Just wait America, you stupid fucks, when your friends are deported and your Social Security is revoked and your public schools close and your gas prices spike ha ha ha ha who’s a loser now!
a luscious form of madness pt 1
by m aka mike mollett 9/26
this is a luscious form of madness I'm in & fuzzy
women present themselves to me
as i have revealed me to them just possibly hopefully
they've checked me out too we'll see
i chose a search radius of 94 miles
to catch someone let's say from santa barbara
of course a question is would i drive that far
how about the train to santa barbara
eye to eye for love for sex wow
for simple nibbles earlobe breathing in her curving nape
the mystery woman's lips
these are simply caged words
i've missed out for too many years drying up
in a sad-growing marriage that I stuck with fuck it
I am feeling renewable now trying this
online dating thing ... it's sucking me in
like a fish darting to a ship-full of live-baited anglers
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it's more alluring than TV more intoxicating than alcohol
a friend says this is my new artform!
i haven't been able to write a godamn thing.
how did thishere writing fly out of me in one solitary night
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I rummage thru the smiles pooched out lips
red lipstick toned bodies and long 50's 60' 70's legs & hair...
love the beach live at the beach she
walks there after working out
daily many say with their dog or dogs
bring on those doggy pet fotos they do
how bout dinner drinks or museum for a start
take your pick WTF
how old do I like how young
the women i might be interested in
almost all have children adult children out of the house
they're in a photo or 2 the adult children & the dogs
they're with friends on skies at a waterfall a fine sanded beach
a patioed bar over looking that beach
they're glamorous with a cold drink they appear
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to have money under an umbrella a table in the shade
maybe after their early morning walk or workout
meditation pickleball hike how do you spell pilates
with their cute little dog maybe a large one
must love dogs they're styling
even in the gym body suit and gloves do they sweat
yes i admit to looking happily at the breasts
at their hips back to their lips & those eyes...
their fit body if i'm lucky hey
i'm a straight guy looking around
arty & edgy craving more than a treat
when she 's a rare one with a changable expression in
her chosen pics i lean into her
even if she may be living in
carlsbad palos verdes beverly hills
santa barbara
not many downtowners or eastsiders listed near my hood
i am trying to be more open
if art is mentioned writing wine & if
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Monica Yvette Coco Linda Franchesca
Tressa Tara Cara Constance Dixie Svetlana ...
if she's at least saying she's moderate but hopefuly liberal
you can't check radical but say it in your texts
if she notes no trumpers that's solid
fun and laughter laughter & fun it's always in their list of needs
mine too but I don't say it
how bout a garden tru a kitchen window fresh
a sunset walk after sushi
i appreciate & like this too yet
what next ? i am sadly & fortunately a novice
an innocent explorer in the dating oceans
3 decades without cheating now out into this new moving picture
on this learning curve adventure OH GOD WHERE ART THOU
if I'm a little drunk late at night on the site
i loosen up often becoming poetic & rambunctious til 3 AM
if they like me after seeing my pics & what i have said
revealing vulnerability & if
they are ingrigued w my style of joi de vivre ha
i get a signal a throbbing heart on the top bar of
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a particular woman's page
& i spend i spend hours on Hinge
time & money $40 or something to be allowed
more than 4 likes a day plus earmarks of interest & other helpful
i don't know whats
just what I need... another automatic charge that keeps on taking
yes I drink yes I smoke some weed
sometimes no cigarettes no other drugs regularly honestly
I am a TMI guy
hey more than hey let's play together
wouldn't that be an unforgetable travel adventure...
just about all want to travel to specific places
or anywhere places it seems really important
to get out of their life here with the new love of their life
i really am trying to know what i want trying to stretch my horizons
can it be me in this panorama in this fantastic
line up scroll down move across check me out please
drive my 23 year old low milage i-own-it truck to the westside
the southbay I sold the new Prius w the helpful & cool
bells & whistles good gawd i can't sleep i'm so keyed up.
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take an ativan take the magnesium suppliment pill
swallow a whole trazadone
take a leap of faith, mike just imagine
it's been over 30 years not dating
who am I in this whirl-pool of possibilities
I've even been checking a condensed AI astrological pull up
for asistance what else & why not
I'll write a poem for her as my like. a super like
& run out of characters in the small comment box
just imagine hey who are you ?
will you be my muse, dear one
"Droplets From A Banana Tree”
By Lida Parent Harris
Your collaboration with the fronds, are
two moss colored murals that weigh heavy.
My morning gaze makes me unaware how you hide
the night's tears.
Released on my face it plays like an angel to a harp.
I am asking myself how did you know I would be
there this way? Open I'm gleaming.
Someone come and share this spectacle,
a find so reassuring, I am quick
to walk on merrily,
knowing your touch set me free.
The rest of the day turned to magic!
9/13/26. 7:51 p.m.
Lida began her writing career in 2001 when she began attending Open-mic events in the San Fernando Valley. She met wonderful friends in a coffeehouse, and soon her life and world opened.
Lida attended Community Literature Initiative instructed by Hiram Sims. It was a writing course at USC which gave her new roots.
Her first book of poetry was published in 2015, by World Stage Press. She enjoyed performing in new venues, and creating her own shows called Lyrical Flames, in 2014.
Since then, Lida has performed her poetry in Las Vegas, Chicago, Santa Monica, Long Beach, North Holland, ArtShare LA, Leimert Park, Grand Park, and The Los Angeles Times Book Festival.
Lida is currently a mentor and dedicates her time to teach poetry for adults for The Los Angeles County Department of Mental Health. She is also taking Drumming and writes song lyrics for new realms of creativity.
The Harbinger of Joy
By Jackie Chou
I will leave my sorrow behind
and follow you,
like a procession of fallen leaves
tumbling in the autumn wind.
I will leave the dark corridors
and follow your light,
like a red or neon-green exit sign.
I will leave my loneliness behind
and let your hands guide me
in a synchronized dance.
Everywhere I go,
I will take you along,
my fingers wrapped around yours,
like holding on
to a lucky charm.
Jackie Chou is a writer of poetry and flash fiction who has recent work in Chainmail Poetry, Gnashing Teeth Publishing, Poetry Online, Alien Buddha Zine, and Collaborature. Her poems have been translated into Chinese in the journal Poetry Hall. Her story "Kiss From a Rose on the Grey" is forthcoming in Spillwords. She believes that writers must write in order to call themselves writers, and hopes to live up to that herself.
Ariadnes Thread
By Dean Okamura
My life is not pulled by a string,
not up, nor down, yo-yo tricks,
been ages, puppeteer cut loose,
and masks hung on ears.
Freedom frustrating,
a web I cannot see,
ties me to one lonely
trial after another.
A greater, larger than life
Minotaur with a beat, who
beats the will and turns
all into dumb, nodding heads.
We were the children of
liberators, saved from fascism,
all the while, hidden reefs grew,
our beautiful hair turned gray.
I need that string, like Theseus,
it's dark and we need
a way out of this maze
once we strike down the beast.
Dean resides in Torrance. There is so much happening in this world, but he can only comment in small poems.
Corporate Crow
By Briana Ortega
My eyes open as I hear the crow squawking and pointing its beak at me
It is sitting on a branch outside my bedroom window on my favorite tree.
The crow is my alarm.
At this point, I have befriended this lonely crow
Everyday it wakes me up from my coffin of a bed that I struggle to get up from.
I walk to my restroom and see my puffy, tired face.
How I sigh of another day of contributing to this shitty society of a working class.
It disgusts me
or it even saddens me.
As a kid, we are taught to love something before we even love ourselves.
We're taught to live the " American dream.”
What American dream, I always say....
To work to barely make enough for food and to survive?
I live in a world where even food is on an installment payment plan.
The best I can do is be grateful to have a gig lined up, and just focus on staying positive.
Again, as I'm brushing my teeth, my last step before I head off to work, I see the crow pass by my restroom window, again squawking at me as if it were calling out to me to go outside and play.
I talk to it as if it were my friend.
"Not today satan, I have to go make money to survive so I don't die and rot." Rot?
Me quiero podrir en mi camita
( I want to rot in my bed) with a serial killer documentary and some snacks. But to die?
Even to die costs money, and I don't even have that shit prepared; it’d be another financial burden to my family, or what’s even sadder is that most do just die for the life insurance to save their family out of bankruptcy.
The crow squawks at me again, and now I'm intrigued. I step outside and feel the warmth of the sun, and I felt that high of vitamin D
which I rarely get since I work indoors and I'm locked away most seven days out of the week.
I sit outside like some lady who loves her cigarettes and waiting for the next chisme (gossip).
"Ehhhh, Fuck it; I'll call off and enjoy this pretty day since the crow said so. I have sick time, and today is a mental save my fucking life day."
The crow squawks at me again and flies away.
I'll see the crow again tomorrow, and again we'll both determine my dreadful walk to the corporate world.
Briana Ortega is a Chicana author of short stories and poetry whose work dwells in the shadows between love and suffering. Drawing inspiration from Gothic literature, folklore, and the darker corners of the human heart, her writing explores themes of passion, obsession, grief, longing, and emotional torment.
A Handmaid's Tale, the newest in the Banned Books and Paper People series.
By A Laura Brody
This artwork was made from pages of Harry Potter books that were cut into strips, woven together, and sewn down to a heavy interfacing backing. These books have been banned in multiple school districts, and since 2020 the author J. K. Rowling’s well-publicized hatred of trans people and promotion of anti-trans legislation in England has encouraged many readers to disavow her works.
The accents in white were printed out from The Handmaid’s Tale and the US Supreme Court’s Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization (2022), which effectively rendered abortion illegal in multiple states.
A. Laura Brody is a sculptor, speaker, curator, activist, and the founder of Opulent Mobility, a series of exhibits that ask artists to re-imagine disability as opulent and powerful.
Liphe is a typo
by Snow Mack
2026
Image
"Jumping the Shark"
Oil on Canvas, 48" x 60"
2021
Liphe is a typo
Life is a poem
Life is a stranger
Life is unfair
Life is random
Life is a miracle
Lyfe is slang or a potential alien organism
Liphe is the future or a potential orgasm
Life was a magazine
Life is a cereal
Life is short and life is long
Snow Mack (she, her) is a contemporary visual artist known for her vibrant, dream-inspired paintings and whimsical assemblage frames. Her work blends pop culture, mythology, and surreal imagery to explore the subconscious, resulting in visually rich narratives that are both personal and archetypal. Snow Mack lives and works in Los Angeles, where she continues to develop a body of work that merges vivid imagination, cultural commentary, and symbolic vision. SnowMack.com - IG @snowmackart
In the Shadow of Becoming
Poem by Marieta Maglas
The sunlit spring resonates,
as glaciers weep their slow elegy,
and I sense their grief seeping into the seas,
pursuing shores ensnared by frost.
Words flutter like butterflies,
not yet ablaze—just flickering—
their searing warmth
a promise yet to unfold.
The divine gaze carves designs
upon our souls,
each heartbeat a supplication
for wandering spirits,
their void reverberating through the valleys.
He watches over all
and the lost souls adrift,
yearning for a touch of love.
The sun traces its golden arc,
round and radiant,
orbiting another star,
weaving spirals that bring life into existence.
As Earth rushes into summer’s embrace,
her lush breath solidifies
thoughts into blossoms—
sacred Sundays swell with reflections,
thoughts of clarity, rains.
Outside—emerald whispers
tussle with the breeze,
and gravel crunches beneath feet
in search of peace;
the Church of St. Peter stands vigilant,
its corridors cradling stillness.
A priest battles to
resurrect forgotten melodies;
centuries of longing woven
into each chord.
In this assembly,
dreams spiral skyward—
a journey up spiritual
heights toward enlightenment,
where each spirit
reveals its uniqueness.
Yet shadows linger
beneath the sunlit expanse;
not the darkened woods
steeped in brooding silt—
but an emergence like
mushrooms from concealed seeds.
Ban Chao Gang Moo illuminates the unseen veils;
Ban Chao Gang Moo is not a forest.
All await the Revelation.
This Revelation simmers—
not green with renewal—
but a blazing summer scorching the paths,
a fierce maze for
those toying with flames
in the encroaching twilight.
It is summer’s blaze, not winter’s chill.
The winter bides its time
with icy arms tightly crossed;
frost-laden waves pulse
along ominous shores,
caught in the tempest’s whirl—
a dance that neither ignites
nor warms life’s rhythm
in shadowed chaos.
Marieta Maglas resides in France, where she pursues dual careers as a poet and a doctor. The MockingOwl, Roost, Lothlorien Journal, Verse-Virtual, Masticadores Canada, Silver Birch Press, Kingfisher Poetry, Dashboard Horus, Coin-Operated Press, Mayari Literature, Synchronized Chaos, Al-Khemia Poetica, PentaCat Press, Journal of the Akita International Haiku Network, and others published her poems in anthologies like Near Kin: A Collection of Words and Art Inspired by Octavia Estelle Butler, The Cardinal Anthology Vol. 3, and Ain’t no Deadbeats Around Here. She is the author of the poetry book entitled Cubic Words.
Tides
By Sonny Reed
Image, “Same Shape But Different”
Every morning he heads out early
to put a chain on the waves
Believing
the next one will be the one
he’ll catch
The wave won’t tell him
But her only job
is to disappear
Seagulls full of hate
Not rooting for any outcome
other than regret
Their one note song
mock the wave
They disregard his chains
They know who is stronger
and needs to be humiliated
His days spent chasing
Her nights scheming with the moon
Their lives happy only when others fail
Sonny Reed spent decades artist adjacent, works daily using words, and wonders whether or not aliens believe in him. His poetry can be found in bathrooms nationwide, mostly on the caulk between the tiles.
Time
By Kassi Crews
I always thought time was my enemy.
Struggling through every moment
To fulfill my dreams.
Pushing through every hour
To seek my destiny.
This fearless, never changing warrior
Marches on through battle, through storm, through prosperity,
Feeling no mercy, no pain, no joy.
In time, all things begin and end.
In time, our destinies will emerge.
In time, my life will be destroyed.
By embracing this precious gem,
Time becomes my friend.
Living each second like it is my last,
I joyfully forge ahead and remember my past.
Each day, each month, each year,
My faith grows stronger,
My life glows longer.
I still seek my destiny,
This time with the fearless warrior at my side,
Your light as my guide.
By listening, learning and loving as my goal.
I open the doors to my inner most soul.
I struggle for world peace
For I know in time, some time
This will become a reality.
Time is on our side.
Time is our friend.
For time, will never cease.
©1989 Kassi Crews
Kassi Crews is an entertainment industry veteran and a consummate storyteller. She is a versatile & accomplished actor with a rich background in film, television, audiobooks, improvisation, stand-up comedy, and theatre as well as a published author. She currently focuses her time on building content for OURCOMMONUNITY.ORG serving the under-resourced youth. Crews became an industry leader in Hollywood post-production as the Vice President of Digital Jungle where she oversaw the day-to-day operations and served as producer on an endless list of film and television projects. Most recently, Crews lead multiple post-production teams at Fox and Walt Disney Television, overseeing the workflows of all television for FX Networks including "The Americans," “Fargo" and “Pose" as well as a DI Producer for Apple, Netflix, CBS, CW, Starz & Paramount. Crews has produced and directed a variety of critically acclaimed independent projects, “Broken Memories,” Heart of Recovery”, “God’s Ears” and “A Better Place” as well as live shows for the theater. She is a member of ATAS, NAB, NAPTE, PROMAX and SAG; holds a Master of Arts from CSU Fullerton and a Bachelor of Arts with Honors from UC Santa Cruz.
Power on Earth
By, Anna Broome
Whether a reality or no
Together a love will come...
Continue for days
Even with eyes closed
Together a flowing will come
In this time of ours
Most times are revealing
Finding that enough
Is a learned contentment
With those same hands
Brave enough to
Save a man from a man
As those same hands
Know how to receive me
And refrain my eyes from weeping
At least and at last
To look upon you
While I see this day
Your bright stars
Your devine nature
Has the power to right my harm.
A cry from, a cry went up
Now lifted up
Together great and all flesh
Hearing your loneliness
dashing on the shore
your way was for ease
Respite your grasp
I refuse for just virtue's sake
To take a far-famed bow.
Whether the light of day
Renders good again
For a man that knows
That love never has the chance
To drop like the rain
While I hold blood-fed flame
And keep it burning
Just as it passes into
A togetherness closely at my side.
Anna Broome is a Los Angeles poet who has published in various anthologies and journals including Acts of Light, LA Art News and Spectrum 17. Broome performs for local troupes including Public Works Improvisational Theatre’s Storyphile at venues including Beyond Baroque and Art Share LA. She produces and hosts the Anna Broome Room, a monthly, free-to-the-public live-performance art show for the last ten years at Art Share LA. Broome studied poetry at the University of North Carolina at Wilmington with Pulitzer Prize nominee Michael White. “Women Napping with Animals”, her collaborative project with Ted Meyer, was published in 2014. Her first collection of poetry, “Orthodox Bats”, was published in 2019. Her second collection “Sex Ed: A Prerequisite at Columbine” was published in 2022. Her new collection “An Irregular Bone” is currently under consideration for the Wilder Prize.
"The LAUSD Failed Them Both”
By Michelle Y. Smith
This is America
This is LAUSD
Not a three ring circus with Bozo the clown
2nd largest school district in the USA
Who said, "King Kong ain't got nothing on me!"
Training Day detective, dirty cop with handsomeness
Loose Lips Sink Ships
Fictional failure to society, there is no guess?
Did you hear the bully call him a nigger and a pussy too, instigator who didn't cuss like a sailor
Proverbs 18:23 reads about the power of words are in the life and death of the tongue
Words can too kill
or Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but names will never hurt me
Xavier was chased to his death,
beaten within an inch of his life
ran to and flew over the fourth floor rail
like the cow jumped over the moon
Xavier was chased to his death
that bully had the balls to look at the body splatter
Xavier's life did not matter
The LAUSD failed them both
For years his heart went pitter patter
toe to toe with bullies all of his school life
The bullies are the true cowards, mouthing
obscenities, racist epithets, which isn't not
bravado, words not taught in class
The bully dissed the elderly teacher folk,
It's a miracle that the bully didn't approach
him, another possible provoke
Makes me wonder about the home environment
or lack of who allowed him to grow up like that
The LAUSD failed them both
Would X benefited from homeschooling
Why did he not know karate with the
kung fu grip
He didn't defend himself
The power of Muhammad Ali
would have aprapoe
Float like a 🦋 and sting like a 🐝
Pulverized on the beat up blender mode
Did he encounter the bully before, so with
both, there was not a first rodeo?
The LAUSD failed them both
Brown vs Brown, no cultural divide
Arrest that bully for life
or is Xavier's choice suicide?
"The LAUSD Failed Them Both"
written by Michelle Smith
Michelle Y. Smith is a Los Angeleno native and is like Stretch Armstrong, an action figure with many life, love, and laughter roles:
My heart is mother to an autistic son who is my more than my pride and joy. Sister, aunt, grand aunt, cousin, & friend. My patience is my employment am a CNA and advocate for the developmentally and elderly disabled community. My drive is published poetry in Love Letters, Acid Verse II, and Just for the People by Los Angeles Poet Society Press; anthologies and zines by DSTLArts; and Four Feathers Press zines and http://saturdayafternoonpoetry.blogspot.com. My poem, "There is a Sunflower" published in June was nominated by the Four Feathers Press PDF/Print Publication Awards.
Human
By Heather Romero-Kornblum
What do you do
when you are both conqueror
and conquered?
You have trilled your voice
Plunged sword
Felt your own blood gurgle
through ruptured shell
Hung between your heaven and hell
you brought souls to life
to extinguish
A former academic researcher, Heather Romero-Kornblum returned to poetry after several near-death experiences due to Long Covid. She captures the crumbling of her marriage in the wake of her near-death experiences in I’M NOT OVER YOU – the 2025 Four Feathers Press Chapbook Contest winner. She is published in multiple journals and anthologies, most recently on Poetry Super Highway as featured Poet of the Week, in the Altadena Poetry Review Anthology 2026, Tender Hearts Club by Feather Press, with Women Who Submit in ‘This Makes up the Sky’, LA Art News Poet's Place, Four Feathers Press monthly anthologies with her poem 'Alienation' winning a 2025 Print Poetry Award and her poem 'Flower' winning a 2026 Online Edition Poetry Award, The Zest of the Lemon, on the ZZyZx WriterZ podcast, Cobalt Poets, and in Silver Birch Press’ Words of Advice Poetry & Prose Series. She also leads the weekly community Poetic Problems workshop with the Saturday Afternoon Poetry group. https://www.heatherkornbooks.com/
JOHN ROBERTS - DEMOCRACY DESTROYER 2
By Keith Kurlander
A bold, satirical pop-art portrait of U.S. Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts, rendered in a highly stylized halftone/comic-book aesthetic. His face dominates the center in orange and yellow tones with purple and black linework. The background consists of dense red, green, and blue dots, creating a psychedelic effect. Along the left side, “DIS★OBAY” appears vertically in large red lettering with a star between the words. On the right, three red-and-black stamped labels read “KORRUPT,” “KOMPLICIT,” and “KOMPROMISED.” The exaggerated colors, heavy outlines, halftone texture, and confrontational typography give the artwork the appearance of a political protest poster.
https://www.artpal.com/disobay?i=338929-390
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Linda Kaye writes poetry, curates poetry, produces films, spoken word and art events and produces a poetry column POETS PLACE for the online publication LAARTNEWS throughout the Los Angeles area. She recently exhibited her first piece of artwork! A photograph taken in Waikiki, was represented at the Los Angeles Makery gallery’s REFLECTION:RESILIENCE show curated by the Arroyo Arts Collective. She has also been fortunate to show artwork again at the Los Angeles Makery. Her photograph, Ladispoli, Roma was included in The Quiet show April 2026. Her recent photography, ‘Nature is Not Corrupt’ is showing through October 2026, at the Center for the Arts Eagle Rock art show This Land.
She has published poetry in the publications, Art Block Zines 2024, 2025 & 2026, Curious Nothing vol 1&2, and the Altadena Poetry Review Anthology 2026.
Linda’s poetry events have included several summer poetry salons, and shows at the Los Angeles Makery, the Align Gallery, 50/50 Gallery, Gold Haus Gallery, Ave 50 Gallery and Rock Rose Gallery in Highland Park, The Manifesto Café in Hermon, Pilates and Arts studio in Echo Park, and Native Boutique, Zweet Café in Eagle Rock. And at the Neutra Institute Gallery and Museum in Silverlake. Her first short documentary film “BORDER POETS” was a socially and politically inspired event with poets and musicians filmed at the border wall near Tecate, Mexico on the Jacumba, Ca. side of the US. The film co-produced by MUD productions is available for viewing on her website and on youtube. https://youtu.be/5Te4-dlhxco
Her rap music video project in collaboration with Mary Cheung, “ERACE-ISM” can also be seen on youtube. https://youtu.be/NfrbveNUBgg This video was accepted into the Ontario Museum of History & Art show “We the People” Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow. February 2- April 16, 2023. So honored!!
And… February 19, 2022, she debuted her staged poetry production of “20 Years Left” at the historic Ebell Club in Highland Park! Two sold out shows with 2 standing ovations!! Her documentary short of the making of “20 Years Left” screened at the Highland Park Independent Film festival in 2023 and was awarded an Honorable Mention. Check out the links to reviews and the video!
https://thehollywoodtimes.today/20-years-left-new-show-performance-poetry-music/
20 Years Left youtube live stream 2/19/22
https://youtu.be/GT1D5k2EeKU
Linda Kaye is a native Angeleno who grew up in the San Fernando Valley. She claims to be both a first-generation Valley Girl, and The Original Hipster. Educated at Antioch University and Cal State Long Beach in psychology and social work. Linda, now retired from medical social work, was working for her last seven years of employment as a psychotherapist and licensed clinical supervisor for an out patient mental health clinic. She was a licensed medical social worker for 30+ years working on the front line of healthcare, a private consultant for Physicians Aid Association and for skilled nursing facilities throughout California and Arizona. She was also an adjunct assistant professor at the USC Suzanne Dworak-Peck School of Social Work. Oh yeah.
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