I don't believe we can know who we are without re-discovering those people who had a lot to do with who we were, and who we became.
In 2005, I found a treasure in an old cardboard box. A collection of poetry written by myself and my friends 35 years ago when we had the good fortune to be young in Berkeley in the Halcyon days. Many of them I illustrated. I'm delighted to publish these poems, and art finally - and to add to the mix over 30 years of poems that reflect the journey since. Joanna, Felicia, thank you. For me, you will always be 22, or 23.
Wherever you are, we were beautiful.