I DON’T FLY

I Don’t Fly Walking to work There was an abandoned cart With signs inside The cardboard kind, dirty Unfinished With luminescent paint Where did they get that paint In capital letters I DON’T FLY That was it   I don’t either What’s the point Should I give money do you need money What are you telling me   I know we don’t fly   Still they plead To remind me

The Broad - Los Angeles

Los Angeles: A Search for Something

December 2, 2018 It rained a few days ago in Los Angeles, so the air still feels cool and crisp and clean. The rain came a bit too late as it turns out, considering over seventy thousand acres or so were burned in Malibu a week or so prior. The fire could not be contained, and nobody I’ve talked to is very sure of how it actually ended. Naturally, I