The City Breathing Consider three a.m. when the city begins to breathe without labor, its inky exhalations unfolding around the custodians of night: doorman, trash picker, street sweep, caretaker, cook. The woman making a bed from slatted bench, the man rattling iron grates to summon the comfort of echoes. A bus driver carves a path […]
Our weekly poetry feature brings Los Angeles to life through the words of artists spanning every part of the metropolis.
Trouble Down the Road At the flat top grill, he was all business, flung raw eggs dead center into the corned beef hash like a strapping southpaw. In the alley, with me, he was all ideas. Said he’d be leaving soon, had a shot back east— a tryout for the big leagues. Said his sister […]
Read the Writing Read the writing on the cinder block wall: Joker, Jasper, Dopey, Termite, Tokes, Crow. It’s not an “is it art?” debate, at all; these are the monochromatic zip codes of my gangster, tattooed, sharp-creased cousins. Scribbled in black on a bus bench, strangled names crossed out, over names crossed out again, red […]
Complexities A bag of oranges doesn’t appear to be heavy but hold one yourself and count three hundred cars driving by. As she stands between the stack of salty peanuts and dusty grapes, the bag gets heavier and it retains that heaviness when it’s passed through the window; and the driver, hoisting it onto the […]