One Woman’s Hell… a gentrifier's lament

wrinkles and cellulite
rats and roaches
a boring Saturday night

Whole Fools—White Foods?

One Wednesday

I was walking home from a 

Rehearsal with Vukani, at First Congo—

Or was it Capt. Crossman’s for John Brown’s Truth

Black on Black Love

"you gotta party for your right to fight" -Public Enemy

Mi historia///My story


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Bueno parte de mi historia .

ERNESTO .El nombre que eligieron mis padres,

cuando naci eso hace ya mas de 52 años.

Ahora tengo un nombre espiritual que es YEI CIPACTLI en LENGUA NAHUATL


Y COCODRILO : donde se origino la vida y que emergio del agua yen su espalda traia los 4

colores del maiz.

Mi motivo principal de estar aqui, fue la noticia de que un bebe estaba en camino y seria el nuevo

the new mission

being in the mission is becoming

like a benetton ad or like living

in disneyland—no longer a place

of everyday people knowing the

the hardness of daily life and yet

creating joy and beauty

out of a myriad of struggles


instead of theater, poetry, dance, music and art

expressing the aliveness of many cultures

indoor miniature golf and outdoor bowling

are the new cultural wave and bars with

twelve dollar cocktails are ongoing frat parties

August 144 hours (Hail the 50th Anniversary of The Heroic L.A. Uprising!)


“I’m gonna loot ‘til the midnight hour
That’s when the gates come tumblin’ down
I’m gonna loot ‘til the midnight hour
When there’s no guardsmen around…”

I kicked off that martial law, off-the-dome
version of ‘Wicked’ Pickett’s dance floor-
filler and Son-Hawk, Ches-Schu, Ron Shaw,
‘Pookie,’ Jimmy and Jerome came in, Right
On Time, as though we’d rehearsed it, all of
our lives…

Our greeting to hoarse engines, huge tires,
of giant army green trucks bristling with
rifles, loaded with blue eyes and itchy trigger
fingers. Rumbling east, it headed down79th Street,

compassion or cocktails

walking down valencia, i see

a woman in a wheelchair

we share hellos and i give

her a buck as i wonder

what her story is—she was

just evicted from her home

or maybe her lover beats her

imagining her hunger and

pain i feel compassion for her

and know i’m the lucky one

because i have a dollar to spare


as i leave to walk on, two young

women well dressed and coifed

pass by—and they too must have

a story—maybe one of them has

Farewell to the King

"The Thrill is gone baby,the thrill is gone...”'-B.B. King


On May 14, 2015 we lost the king of the blues, B.B. King.

The Other Conquest

Image: Welcome to Mission Dolores, by David Yu


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