Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
THE BALLAD OF SLIM ANGEL the anonymity of boardwalk rang in only harmonicas of those pushing some blues like oakland or east moline with still lifes now: …………palm trees …………sand …………pier acid or the angel dust smoked off electric avenue Continue reading The Ballad of Slim Angel by Lawrence Welsh
Still Living the American Dream As a child, I often heard my immigrant Irish mother say, “You’re living in the greatest country in the world. In Ireland, we had nothing.” During those times, she talked about her dream of one Continue reading Still Living the American Dream by Lawrence Welsh
Irish American poet and award-winning journalist Lawrence Welsh speaks with Chad Lampe on Sounds Good about how growing up a first generation Irish American in south central Los Angeles influences his work. Please click here to listen… Born in 1959, Continue reading Growing Up Irish American on the Violent Streets of LA by Lawrence Welsh
Mortality, Immortality and the Resurrection of Keith Wilson by Lawrence Welsh | This essay first appeared in the Malpais Review. When a city’s most important writer dies, does that city die too? That’s the question I often ask with regard Continue reading Mortality, Immortality and the Resurrection of Keith Wilson by Lawrence Welsh