"Her eyes. Deep brown, sensuous, penetrating.  Always looking. Always watching. Searching into the heart of things. Into the depths and secrets of time. The destiny of this age we so perilously occupy. So foolishly occupy. We dance and sing and fight and love and kill and create - ...and Yvonne is watching it all. With her typewriter eyes recording everything. Bringing us messages and glimpses, quick cuts and cool motifs of the passing carnival. She can see into the truth of the moment and bring us the essence of that instant. Her words paint pictures of the how and why and what of today. Our time. Her words. Our lives. Her understanding. Our folly.  Her portraits.  "Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages" Jim also said. And Yvonne has heard him and tells us of this reinvention  - and its attendant joys.  But also of its darkness. The legendary dark underbelly of LA. It's John Fante territory. Nate West and John Rechy. It's The Day of the Locust and City Of Night.

Yvonne is the "lucky little lady in the city of light" who tells us tales of the lost angels in our bleak and absurd "city of night."

               
                            ~ Ray Manzarek

POET

"Yvonne is the lucky little lady in the city of light," says Ray Manzarek