I Regret Nothing I’ve Written

…and some of it has been pretty scathing

Mudborn Press, Santa Barbara-1980. Photo by Mary McGrath

As I’ve aged, I’ve often reflected upon my earlier years as a writer. It’s been an interesting ride…

When my first book of poetry came out in 1980, my mother was not happy. It was a scathing account of living in the bowels of Hollywood, being broke, and being unable to keep a job. I voraciously read Charles Bukowski…