Hollywood, Sunset, La Brea, Fairfax. North/south, east/west, a compass of boulevards that melt into highways, dotted with glistening lights and screaming cars. Cracked asphalt, prime real estate, men and women sleeping in the fitful shadows of bus stops. Billboards block … Continue reading
Where are the lovers, the priests, the souls of the cities?
“Grab yo’self a piece… right here, take that… giveta try, it’s fresh. Right from ma farm.” In the thick New Orleans heat, his drawl enchants them. I weave through the early morning shoppers, strolling until I reach the corner stall, with the … Continue reading