I can feel the world as it goes by. It’s music.
J.T.
It’s that time again: Halloween in L.A.
IT’S time to make it count again Los Angeles,
J.T.
Ginza, Love
Please don’t tell Los Angeles I called you that.
J.T.
How is there Alone
When the whole universe surrounds you.
J.T.
On the Block Redux
When the sun falls
And the shadows unfurl
Behind rusting bars
The heartbeats of home lie in snippets of dim blue pulsing.
Across their peeling adobe,
The wind just trots,
But behind them,
A blue screen blares:
“The world
Plunders further
To rot.”
When sunlight returns,
From the adobe,
These tiny creatures emerge.
Stretching out like the hues,
And rising from every corner,
They advance outward
In brilliant waves, warbling.
Eyes glowing with sky,
Frolicking like the wind,
Their visions have songs to sing, too
Forecasts all of their own.
J.T.
I have a dream
…that in 2017 the great Martin Luther King Jr’s legacy is still worth fighting for. What do you think, Los Angeles?
J.T.
One more time
Here’s to another great week in Los Angeles.
J.T.