In a Box, Hidden from My View, Lies a Record

People, slain,
History books, vanished
Pictures, stolen
Mi abuelito’s pictures.

Flowers, fettered
Names, redacted
Bullet with my name on it.
Warrant for my citizenship, overdue.

Every day, sirens
Us, bleeding,
Suffocating, silenced.
Never, White.

Us, “want rest,”
Trump, “Law and order.”
Sun, sets,
We pray.

Borders, bellies
Jailed, rapists.
America, bloodthirsty,
Me, ashamed.

Mothers, baby boys,
Mijas, todos
Endless, Wings,
Fluttering, into dirt.

Run, hide,
Try, might,
But, surprise.
Bullet with my face on it.

God, bless.
Bless, “hypocrites.”
Teacher, “SUCK IT UP.”

But me,



Poetry Day at the Cahuenga Branch Library


April 14th, 2018; 12:15 – 2:00 PM

It’s happening. After 27 years of splotching so many shoe-marks through the little pueblo of Los Angeles now branded by so many real estate signs as East Hollywood, which to me for so long has just been the place I call Home, I finally get to announce a major event in the neighborhood at which my dirty chucks and I can stand at the fore joined by fellow Angelenos and L.A. enthusiasts alike. Mark your calendars!

Poetry Day for Poetry Month is taking place at the Cahuenga Branch Public Library from 12:15 PM to 2:00 PM on Saturday, April 14th, 2018.

It is a major event. In the downstairs section of the library, and in conjunction with the library’s book sale that day as well as with support from the congruent Friends of Cahuenga chapter, I will be serving as emcee for an Open Mic celebration of April’s Poetry Month theme. The event will feature poets from Los Angeles, refreshments from the Friends, and of course, many of the library’s delicious books for sale.

If he were still with us, I’m confident that Roger King the chess coach would be proud. Roger passed on last year after a short battle with cancer, and although his games have been missed, this afternoon I could feel Roger’s local friendly spirit stamping through the classroom where the planning meeting with Cahuenga’s Friends was held, just like when the games took place there when Roger was still commandeering them.

Naturally, then, we’ve got our eyes on locals in the neighborhood for the big day, but every reader and supporter or friend of a friend of JT is now officially invited. There are also more details of the event to come, but for now consider yourself informed:

We are going to make you proud Los Angeles.


The Truth Los Angeles


JIMBO TIMES is getting better.

This is not hyperbole. Check out the makeover for previous posts, to be sure.

In MacArthur Park is Critical to Los Angeles, what was originally just a few pictures of photo-walking through the park is now a three-hundred word personal history of the location. As such, the affinity for MacArthur which the photographs alone merely indicate becomes punctuated by intimate memories of just how the park contains L.A. Stories.

In From One Small Business to the Next, the writing is simply revised in the manner that most writing needs to have done eventually. With the writing of JT, as with any other challenge in my life, the more time and space I have from it, the better I’m able to reflect on just how I can approach it to make the necessary improvements.

Finally, In Los Angeles Is Better for Its Graffiti, I make another overdue statement regarding the content. I originally took the photographs of the post when I was not only just getting started with my Canon 5D camera and its 50 MM 1.4 lens, but at the same time that I was just getting to know Photoshop too. Therefore, the pictures are a little goofy, if you will, but I take no loss in admitting the fact of it. On the contrary, what I find most important about the photographs is that even years after first taking them, I’m still able to recount in them the ideas I wanted to convey to viewers with them.

In the days ahead, I am revising more and more of the site in this fashion in order to polish each dedication to L.A. and the people who make it go. I hope readers enjoy the process. I know I’m certainly doing so.

There is also more POC Today on the way,