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  November 2004
volume 2 number 4
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  Ursula T. Gibson
  Larry Jaffe
  Donna Kuhn
  Marie Lecrivain
  Sharmagne Leland-St. John
  Laura A. Lionello
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  Rick Lupert
  Stosh Machek
  Kelly Ann Malone
  Terry McCarty
  Tim Peeler
  James Pinkerton
  Beverly J. Raffaele
  E.W. Richardson
  Ken Scott
  Wanda Vanhoy Smith
  Rev. Dave Wheeler
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Terry McCarty
November 2004



    Terry McCarty has been writing poetry in, around (and sometimes about) Los Angeles since 1997. His education in the craft was achieved through Olin Tezcatlipoca's Saturday afternoon workshops at Midnight Special Bookstore in Santa Monica CA plus Don Kingfisher Campbell's Wednesday workshop in Pasadena CA. He has read and/or featured at several venues in Los Angeles and Orange County--plus Northern California, Las Vegas NV, Seattle WA and Austin TX. Books include Hpllywood Poetry: 2001-2013, Never Met Bukowski and the recent Rewrites. Terry also has been published in anthologies including 1001 Nights: Twenty Years of Redondo Poets at Coffee Cartel (edited by Jim Doane and Larry Colker), The Long Way Home: The Best of the Little Red Books (Lummox Press), So Luminous the Wildflowers (Tebot Bach), Van Gogh's Ear and Raundi Kai Moore-Kondo's Short Poems series.





asked the sleek young actor.

I said that I was invited

by the hosts-

a cinematographer and his wife,

a camera assistant.

I knew them from a student film

the three of us worked on

a few months earlier.

I was a production assistant.

The sleek young actor

looked at me with a mixture

of boredom and feigned interest.

And then,

without the aid of computer-generated special effects,

I became invisible.

The sleek young actor,

the gorgeous stand-up comic

who, by day, was a parole officer,

the screenwriter who resolved

to give the Industry whatever it wanted

until he became rich and powerful enough

to ensure that his dream project-

the life story of poet laureate Billy Collins-

would receive a studio green light...

all of them began to talk amongst themselves.

No further attention was paid to me.

Any attempt I made to

participate in the conversation

was rebuffed.

I didn't mind being invisible.

It was fun to hear the industry gossip

that doesn't make it into the pages of

Premiere and The Los Angeles Times.

It was good to hear about a new health club

opening in West Hollywood.

It was invigorating to discover

that there were four great restaurants

featuring the finest in Nouvelle Cuisine

located within a three-mile radius of my apartment.

It was sobering to discover

That I couldn't afford to eat

At any of the restaurants mentioned.

For another thirty minutes,

I watched the room full of people

Talk, indirectly,

About their desire for

Status and Respect.

It was just a matter of time

before they all became stars.

Finally, I decided to become visible again.

I found my hosts,

thanked them for their hospitality

and walked out of their house

into a summer Sunday afternoon in Los Feliz.

I walked to the Skylight Bookstore

and purchased a book by Billy Collins.

Afterwards, I had dinner at the House of Pies.

Once I finished dinner,

I returned to my apartment.

I read Billy Collins' entire book,

Then I fell asleep.

I dreamed of Status and Respect,

Fame and Fortune

And my newfound resolve

To never embarrass a party guest

By asking him or her


copyright 2004 Terry McCarty