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POET LAUREATES
of Downtown LA Life Magazine


"Poetry is the reflection of
 the soul on paper."
DHN


Jeramy Hansen
2009 - 2014


Richard McDowell
2009

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“Stand clear of the closing doors please,” and off we went, leaving Ben and Jenny behind in the heart of it all, the financial core, where seldom, if ever, money is found, and oddly enough it is sometimes king, but more often whore.  Where people pass and hardly glance, but are always rubbing elbows with “who knows who,” and we headed into Bleeker Street station.  And on we went, and on and on.  And crossing Astor Place a man coughed, and the rest of the world fell silent as we waited for the doors to close, and they did, and we were off again.  And I remember I sat in that small cafe and said, “What's holding this place together?” Two hundred coats of paint, the last of which turned an old East Village meat market into a trendy French cafe.  And he passed like Peter Lorre in “Casablanca,” hair parted, hair separated, and that little black mustache like Jack Hawkins in Lawrence of Arabia.  What a strange cafe, what a strange place, what a strange day.  If only we knew each other a little better.  When the sound of voices could travel no further than an empty city block.  And I walked a lot, and never really talked to anyone." - Richard



Wendy Arimah
2007 - 2008

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Poetry is intimate to the person who writes it. It’s rare that eyes from two different sources will share the exact same vision. I consider my poetry to be personally observational.  In my own idealistic fashion, I’d like to think that I can step into someone’s space and feel what they’re feeling. Judging from body language and facial expressions, I interpret someone else’s emotions and mindset."  - Wendy Arimah