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
Rushes further
To rot.”
When sunlight returns,
From the same adobe,
These tiny creatures emerge.
Splashing outward in waves,
Eyes abundant with sky,
They sing past the iron gates, too:
The excerpts of new, unbarred worlds coursing.
J.T.