POETS PLACE
MARCH EDITION 2026
And the rockets red glare the bombs bursting in air… can we be any clearer as to what this administration is doing to our country? Is Congress so deep into their protectors pockets as to not see the trajectory of their might?? Are they wiping their asses with the paper the Constitution is written on?? How dare they destroy us with their greed and filth!! What is going to happen to US??? How can this flagrant abuse of America continue? Is Fox news really the President’s source of direction towards our destruction? How are we going to stop this mania?? I feel like I am trapped in a dystopian world of mayhem and disbelief. If we do not stop this destruction soon, I am going to implode!! Are you with me? Thank goodness I am not alone, or I will go postal. That said- we have a stellar line up of writers and spirited thinkers in our midst.
Thank you to all who have and continue to support this column! AND BIG THANKS to Cathi Milligan our publisher for giving us this forum to share!!
Enjoy! Love, Linda :0)
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By Kacy Treadway
A light has gone out, a bright whirling dervish of energy and vibrance. She’s left a chasm, a void, and yet a hope for following in her path, however one can, to embrace and enjoy and wish us all the peace I know she has now achieved.
Kacy Treadway is a visual artist who segues into words when paint won’t work. She has been creating, making pieces for a long time, and hopes to continue doing so.
How Dare They
By Nita Rios
How dare brown people openly celebrate their culture
How dare they be loud in their joy
How dare they openly support each other
In the face of adversity and not shrink under the pressure of the boot that is desperately trying to crush them
Nita Rios is a poet and performer based in Los Angeles. Her work blends clarity, mood, and emotional truth.
let's build something better
by linda m. crate
you're lucky i don't
own a dragon
because i would set
fire to the patriarchy
right now,
you're lucky i'm not
a vampire because every
predator would be
getting mauled;
you're lucky i have
limitations because if
my magic could crush
every evil power in this
world i would—
i am not in the mood
to be kind to the unkind,
or to tolerate their intolerance;
want nothing more than to
rip apart these systems
which exploit people and harm
the environment—
we can do better than this,
enough people have been crushed
beneath the weight of this reality;
let's build something better.
Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer whose poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has seventeen published chapbooks the latest being: only the future knows (Alien Buddha Press, November 2025).
$CASH$ POTATO III
By Keith Kurlander
A bold, psychedelic pop-art collage featuring the U.S. FBI Director Kash Patel and girlfriend Alexis Wilkins rendered in high-contrast comic-book halftone dots. Both have bright pink bars over their eyes, giving an anonymous, masked appearance. The background is filled with vibrant, repeating circular patterns in neon green, yellow, red, blue, and black. The left side features vertically distorted, colorful text reading “DIS★OBAY.” Scattered across the artwork are yellow blocks of text with black stencil lettering containing provocative phrases such as “KASH PATEL,” “SWAT TEAM,” “$50M FBI JET,” “MOSSAD,” “UBER,” “DRUNK GIRLFRIEND,” “DATE NIGHT,” “HONEYPOT,” “$5M,” “ISRAELI SPY,” and “LAWSUIT.” The overall aesthetic blends satire, political pop-culture references, and comic-style illustration.
Keith Kurlander “I've always been a creative soul, I make art, music, music videos, TV shows, films and mayhem. If you want to learn all about my fascinating life here's a good place to start.”
KEITH KURLANDER, THE E. TRUE HOLLYWOOD STORY
https://youtu.be/p3er5ptzZTA
LINK TO MUSIC https://www.idiot-savant.net/
More Art at: https://www.artpal.com/disobay & Music at https://www.idiot-savant.net/
We Love You
By Jackie Chou
You might wonder
who is this “we”
I'm talking about
I use the pronoun “we”
when “I” isn't strong enough
trustworthy enough
important enough
So it is not only my hands clapping
or my voice shouting
but a whole stadium
rooting for you
saying “you got this”
when you walk out to the stage
with a spotlight in your hair
So it is not only a rose
but a whole bush
bursting into bloom for you
Not only a star
but a galaxy
shining for you
Not only a bee
but a colony
buzzing for you
That is what I mean
by us, we
loving you
collectively
Jackie Chou (she/her) is a writer from Southern California who has two collections of poetry, The Sorceress and Finding My Heart in Love and Loss, published by cyberwit. Her poem "Formosa" was a finalist in the Stephen A DiBiase Poetry Prize. She also has poems published in Synchronized Chaos, The Ekphrastic Review, Panoply Zine, Alien Buddha Zine, and Spillwords.
goodness
by dean okamura
the sun shines to open my eyes
to wonders on display
not visible with closed blinds
closed windows heavy drapes
my room is not a prison
and yet I am under guard
a prisoner to my ailing body
I thank the sun for being so kind
consistent when I am not
I cannot fault the sun
for seasonal disruptions
which block its light's affect
it's no wonder that cultures
have worshipped the sun
to think something so magnificent
wants me to open my eyes
Dean Okamura resides in Torrance. He experiments with writing since he retired from engineering.
WORST KIND OF GUEST
(Seizure’s Song)
Lyrics by Sandra Cruze
Music by Raul Ferrando
Well, you can call me seizure little girl.
I'm chaos, I am turmoil, now welcome to my world
Unwelcome guest, worst kind of pest, a trillion-raging locust.
That's what I do and I do it best.
I'll rob you blind, I'll steal your time,
(He'll rob you blind, he 'll steal your time)
I'm never nice, nor am I kind.
I'll take what’s yours and make it mine.
You can shriek, you can cry,
you can pray but you can't hide.
I'll be, living in your head rent free.
Sneaky and cruel, unpredictable
(Sneaky and cruel, unpredictable)
when you think you're fine
I'll blow your mind.
(He'll blow your mind)
I'm a nightmare BOOM! I'm a land mine.
When you're happy and carefree
that's when I strike like lightning
I'll taunt and bring you to your knees
I'll stay as long as I fucking please
SPOKEN
Oh yes Abigail, I'm sorry.....
Abby normal well....., little one..., let me be quite clear
SANG
In case you're unsure
SPOKEN
I'm your new best friend......
SANG
because there is no cure.
Sandra Cruze-PLAYS -Little Sugar - Screencraft Finalist 2020/23 Unhooking The Stars, Moonshine Mama’s, Abby-Normal 10 MINUTE The Tower, Hot Mess-enger, She was Dicks Tracie, Will The Real Richard Please Stand up FILM /TV Groundless, Moonshiners Fate Physics of Killing - Toronto Womens International film festival selection and Festival wins. Were Not Dead Yet Web Series co-writen Sarah Hunter Festival selections, grand prize wins.(over 40 lol )
Iced Jazz on the Rocks
By Darren Hembd
A little stick tapping on this ride cymbal here. Yeah. A bit of a drum roll on this snare there. Out of sight. A couple of thumps on this bass drum where? Everywhere, daddy! This is the land of ... jazz music!
“Brr, drrp, drrp, drrt drrt, drrr,” explained the jazz trumpet. The drummer essentially repeated to hit all of the percussion pieces of her drum kit whilst the trumpet kept up as best as it could. “Brrt, drrt.”
What You’re hearing now is the sound of jazz music at a downtowne nightclub in Pickwoode. At 1:13 am, the band was in full form as they made marmalade with their sweet, sweet, jazzy tunes. It was out of sight.
“Pin, pin, peen, pin, pinnity, pin pin,” revealed the piano. How it got onto the stage in this economy is best left to astronomers to explain. What we *do* know is that its jazzy notes danced with that trumpet.
The seated audience had trouble sitting still. Most of them were on the verge of getting up and going close to the stage in order to get their groove thing. Yeah. The *rest* were distracted by all the hypnosis.
“I don’t know where the jazz music begins and where my freaked out imagination ends,” said Bennaby Wicktimble (age 43). It *is* a silly name—let’s not trot about the garden but, BUT it is his name, after all.
Unless You’re made of babies, I want to tell You about something which was happening in this nightclub. If You are, please skip ahead to the word “MARSHMALLOW.” It will make me feel safer to know You’re okay.
“Alot of these nightclubs have grandpa drinks *and* cigars,” explained Wolf McCastle (age 43). She specialised in revealing the presence of things, which was especially helpful in one page stories like these.
The grandpa smoke wasn’t *so* awful that one couldn’t see the walls but, BUT enough to create those weird cone effects wherest the light shined and all. Also, there was a continuous clinking sound of the drinks.
“I put ice in the grandpa drinks to keep them cold,” revealed The Very Nature of Man (age 43). “People like cold grandpa drinks, I guess.” He didn’t care for skateboarding, mainly because of the sounds. (p.113)
MARSHMALLOW. At this point, the jazz music was prime for the freezing. That’s right. Freezing. One thing that Star People like to do is swoop in and freeze music in mid-air, for reasons I will have explained.
“Your higher frequencies are light—an almost powdery texture,” educated Dr. Forest Forest (age 43). “The density increases as it gets lower, as we can see in diagram 113.” I forgot to mention it’s a filmstrip.
When the band sustains a chord in harmony, that’s the peak of flavour. One slice of that *alone* will fetch $113 in the market but, BUT this isn’t about making bunks. It’s all about a rare Pickwoode delicacy.
“In order to freeze sound, it has to be removed from the timespace frames from which it originates,” conceded the improperly worn labcoat of Scientist Rexus Plexus (age 43). “Then, immediately sealed, like so.”
If the universe had a roof, the sound freezer wouldst sit atop on it so. That’s where a Star People wouldst place it so, using a sound spatula from other than else. Caution was the order of the very day. QED.
“In about 113 minutes, a block of iced jazz on the rocks is ready for enjoyment,” smiled Altcaps Shiftkey, a Star People from beyond. “What I like to do, personally, is pour a layer of whispered syrup on top.”
The Layer.
Darren Hembd, survivor of abuse that processes trauma through fiction.
more stories at: https://substack.com/@darrenhembd
WHAT DO YOU DREAM OF?
By Mary Cheung
8:05 a.m.
2-21-26
What do you dream of?
I dreamt of a man with snakes as his hair.
Tangled within dreadlocks in a dark room, he appears.
I see him as a shadow on a wall.
Lit by the light of my room.
He tries to break through and tests the walls by pushing...
eager to turn my sanctuary into my tomb.
I should be afraid, but I'm not.
Mesmerized by the beauty of the light and dark at play,
And the rhythmic patterns created by his attempts on display.
A knocking on my door jars me,
Pulling me out of my trance.
Enters, my eldest brother,
Pulling me out of my beautiful monsters dance.
The light switch is flipped off. Why? I couldn't comprehend.
My wall is no longer illuminated,
And so dies my dream, returning me to reality again.
Mary Cheung is a multi-disciplinary artist. She has been creating art since she was little. Youngest in a family of eight. She came to America at the age of 2 and grew up in San Francisco. Attended American school during the day and Chinese school at night.
Mary has an AA degree in Fashion Design and a Best Costume Design Award from the NAACP. She often creates costumes for her art narratives and creations. She was the recipient of 3 grants in 2024 and the Denis Diderot and Emerging Artist award. She has art exhibited and published locally and Internationally.
Her real passion and drive come from being able to engage the community while bringing hope, healing, joy, and human connection. It is her goal to be able to continue to do this while making an impact on society’s values and thinking.
“I hope that I can be a role model for others to find their own true voice in life through my art."
Say hello to wee Elphaba!
By A. Laura Brody
This Wicked paper costume is from an upcoming series of works based on the costumes of characters from banned books. Wicked (the book by Gregory Maguire which inspired the musical) and its predecessor The Wizard of Oz have been banned multiple times in America. With the current dangerous Republican attempt to create a national book ban, celebrating banned books is crucial.
Book bans are attempts to silence us. Do not let them.
Anna Laura Brody turns wheelchairs, walkers, and mobility scooters into works of art and transforms reclaimed materials, giving them new lives. She is the founder and curator of Opulent Mobility, an international exhibit that celebrates disability in all its forms.
Cartesian Identity
Poem by Marieta Maglas
In the realm of uncertainty,
you twirl me into a wisp of existence,
a dance that transforms me into pure motion.
This dance, a tango of the soul,
disentangles my feelings,
peeling away the layers of doubt,
revealing the light within.
I stand as a clear and distinct Cartesian thing
being atop this pyramidal peak of the mountain,
where the echoes dissolve into
the infinite expanse of the sky.
Let us sing together, whether with fervor,
with celestial beings, or with the essence of freedom—
casting aside the blues,
grasping as it were the cadence of a happy tune,
a prothalamium, which
clearly,
straightly,
rightly,
and truly
uncovers nothing less than the immaculateness of
our most profound feelings and nothing more than
the accuracy of our viewpoints.
Within the embrace of our love lies a divine presence,
one that can be grasped willfully or involuntary,
whether by choice or by chance.
We find ourselves unable to pinpoint
the true reasons behind our struggles,
nor do we offer each other consolation in our enduring.
What we truly look for is His unbounded cherish,
a cycle that never ceases.
In fact, there exists a longing within,
a journey for understanding in our mortal existence,
especially when life seems to lose its meaning.
Through this awareness, we can epitomize goodness,
even as it sometimes feels like a relentless echo,
especially when it turns inward,
becoming an entity of its own.
I am a mere echo,
a glinting shadow of my quintessence
dancing like a future phantom caught in a glassy gaze.
As the sands of time slip through my fingers,
the vastness of eternity unfurls its wings.
Yet, I yearn to embrace each fleeting second,
for they are whispers of a time that cannot return.
There are no cerulean steeds in our reveries,
nor can this golden sea of wheat
be the sanctuary we seek.
However, the sun continues to grace
each vibrant sunflower,
following its way from daybreak to nightfall.
I am enchanted by the melodic orchestra
of fowls trilling on the antiquated pyramids
and taking off tall upon the mountain peaks.
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.
TIM’S MOON
by Kassi Crews
©2023 Kassi Crews
The orange large full moon hangs low in the sky
A glimpse of a majestic why
Hovering over the horizon as the full orange moon shines
For all to see as we come to honor, celebrate and share Tim Greenwood’s shrine
Traffic jam straight ahead turn left, then right
Tim’s guiding my way as the orange full large low hanging moon keeps being in my direct
sight
Thanking Tim for the beauty and staying in the flow of the glow
As he hangs out with a watchful orange full moon's eye
He created so many wonderful things
From broadcast stories to home tinkerings
Build or restore a car, sure!
His gift of support to all artist, students, family & friends a like left his imprint that we all adore
With always one purpose in mind “To be On-Air”
So many amazing gifts he left us to share
Kassi Crews is an entertainment industry veteran and a consummate storyteller. She is a versatile & accomplished actor with a rich background in film, television, improvisation, stand-up comedy, and theatre. 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.
Quiet is All
by Snow Mack
2026
Image "Chione, Goddess of the Snow" 2023
Sleep, the elusive sister
Goddess of slumber
The fourth Norn
Sleeping Beauty, the Virgin preserved
Why have you forgotten me?
Quiet.
All that is needed
is a nap
Cranky adolescent Earthling,
throwing fits and failing
Sleepless satellite
Where is my dreamer?
The collective consciousness
Soul within a soul
Quiet.
All that is needed
is a nap
So sleep, little sister
Dream
and heal the World
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 a deep symbolic vision. SnowMack.com - IG @snowmackart
Under the Azure Sky
By Richard McDowell
As I ride along and the golden line train passes over the LA river, I think it all seems so abstract. So much so, that I thought I saw Buddha by the railroad tracks. So many possibilities. So many chances for interactions - past and present. The old El Pato salsa factory parking lot looks newly paved,
and El Mariachi Plaza Station is the next stop. The train is nearly empty like my head, but I don’t mind. I’ve changed a few lines and trains and tracks. I am only human. I head to the East LA library for a poetry reading, and I imagine books
full of hope, full of possibility, of understanding. I try not to see it all as
obligatory. As I recall, the last time I was in this part of the city I was able to see the works of Carlos Almaraz at the Vincent Price Art Museum. As I look at the terrain, it doesn’t reflect the brutal image taught in history class. I imagine the beauty of the streets, the people like it was meant to be - an average day under the perfect California sun. I could be in a spectacular Aztec city as if we had never reached the moon and the stars. I wait for friends or dinner to start under the azure sky as though change had never come.
Richard McDowell has been a faithful resident of Downtown Los Angeles since 2001 and a current resident of Skid Row since 2007. Richard is a keen observer of the street. While living in an SRO, the Baltimore Hotel, he believes he found a subject matter and perhaps his voice. He is the author of Icarus Sat By Me and several chapbooks, including Observations of Night, In the Pit and Thirty Days on on Spring.
Poema
By G. Billie Quijano
Revolution in a mujere's soul
Cause of the Universe, whole
Our Indigenous blood
Raped through the history time
Crime after crime, crime after crime
Cosmic sounds
Renaissance spectrum of brown
Mujeres murdered
Children caged
Warrior resurrection
Illuminating elements of intersection
Ancestors spoke
Their words entwined in copal smoke
Echoes of struggles and trauma
Indeed justice will be served, this is your karma
Our hearts, not for you to vandalize
Yet you continue to colonize
We know no borders
All of these lands are free
Humble offerings to the Brujas of the sea
We are glitter and dust from the bones before
We are the divine design
Colores, memories, energies live in our shrines
La Curandera, La Bruja
Medicina, mysticism, magical real
Refusal to be disappeared
We move the earth, sun and the moon
La Monarcha, swaying and swoon
We rise, we rise
You will hear our cries
As we raise our fists to the skies
Committed to our truth, our liberation
Our voice
Our choice
The rhythm of the Ancients
Wisdom and changes in their passage
Pyramids and codices forever in monument
Our faldas kiss the earth
We dance as warriors
As our faces feel the warmth of that sun
G. Billie Quijano-Hija de East Los. Natural creative. Poeta. Photographer. Bruja. Indigena. I am a survivor of incest and sexual assault. My trauma healing began with ancestral generations that endured the historical crimes against us. The "files" are not new. But technology and the testimony of Virginia Giuffre back fired on them and now we are witnessing the global exposure of one the most brutal, depraved era of men, and the women who support and enable them. Just follow the money. In my opinion there will never be enough prison time for them. Collectively, we move with grace from trauma, to survivor, to justice, to victory. I dedicate this poem and photomontage to the missing and murdered Indigenous Mujeres.
Good
By Don Kingfisher Campbell
She peered through
the open double doors
Wearing a gray knit cap
and a soft gray jacket
Over a soft black top
with a black face mask
She asked what this was
I told her a poetry reading
She stepped back to her
black backpack in the hall
With haunted eyes she said
she was staying at a hotel
And didn't know where
she would be tomorrow
She went to the women's room
ended up catching us outside
In the parking lot I gave her
a copy of Turtle Island Poetry
To read our poems about Renee
and Pretti she thanked me
CaLokie and I walked on
to my waiting Cube got in
And when I turned around
to reverse she was gone
Don Kingfisher Campbell, MFA Antioch University L.A., taught at USC and Occidental College Upward Bound, board member California Poets In The Schools, publisher Four Feathers Press, host of the Saturday Afternoon Poetry reading and workshop series in Pasadena, California. For awards, features, and publication credits, please go to: http://dkc1031.blogspot.com
America in the Snow
By Heather Romero-Kornblum
tires skid on ice
salt upon the slush
so many slabs of flesh
cooling in the backs
of vans
how many of the shooters
are human?
how many of the dead are
not?
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, including with Women Who Submit in ‘This Makes up the Sky’ and ‘Accolades,’ LA Art News Poet's Place, Quiet Lightning’s ‘Sparkle and Blink,' Four Feathers Press monthly anthologies with her poem 'Alienation' winning a 2025 Print Poetry Award, The Zest of the Lemon, Plague 2020: A world Anthology of Poetry and Art About Covid-19, on the ZZyZx WriterZ podcast, and has featured at multiple venues, including at the WordParty Poetry and Jazz monthly series, Sacred Grounds – the longest running open mic in San Francisco, Mutiny Radio, Poems under the Dome, Four Feathers Press, Cobalt Poets, and Lyrical Flames. https://www.heatherkornbooks.com/
An Ode to Botticelli’s Primavera
By Matthew DeHaven
O Lady Spring, return to us
La Primavera, for you we wait.
The cold can never hold you back
The dark will never make you late.
Venus, walk upon your verdant carpet
Of violets, buttercups and such.
Scent of orange blossom upon warm winds
Crystal blue water from your loving cup.
Dance, so graceful, Ladies three-in-one
Young Mercury rising with the golden sun.
Welcome, Lady Primavera
Winter’s end has finally come.
Spring always keeps her promises.
Matthew DeHaven is an actor, artist and writer living in Pasadena. He likes to create narrative poetry in iambic pentameter and rhyme that harkens back to Shakespearian times.
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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.
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, and Zweet Café in Eagle Rock, The Los Angeles Makery in Little Tokyo, 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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