pemBuena Suerte in Red Glitterem offers lyrical and prose narratives as authentic as Johnny Cash songs. His poetry has the edge and enthusiasm of a writer that thrashed to favorite bands and dove off a few stages in younger days. Also drawing on his So-Cal youth, Craven remembers drinking Hawaiian Punch at the Presbyterian Church and riding his Sting-Ray down the fire-trails, and leaning against his backpack in the mountains above Los Angeles, emseduced by unprotected sky, a much better choice than having to watch time breed endlessly in a twilight of algebra classem. In Manhattan, Craven's poems dive into what is lost in messy desire. Hungry passion disconnected from love transforms the poet into a werewolf emLast night's prey just your memoryem. The betrayals bring pain as he moves back and forth from Los Angeles and New York City emA hawk cries against the sky somewhere in Hollywood. Here in New York, I waited for the sun with a glassem. Like you once waited for me. But his poems al