Alice The Wonder Bus ~ Gardena

Alice The Wonder Bus ~ Henry Lipkis ~ (310) 570-3895 ~ 135th St. ~ Gardena


Kid’s Castle ~ Inglewood

Kid’s Castle Child Care Center ~ 745 N. La Brea Ave. ~ Inglewood




Los Angeles – Killsonic, a 30-piece musician’s collective, will be performing a 35-minute scene from their original opera Tongues Bloody Tongues as part of the New Original Works festival on July 22, 23 and 24 at REDCAT, a contemporary performance space that is part of the Disney Concert Hall in downtown Los Angeles.

The three performances will take place at 8:30 pm on Thursday, July 22nd; Friday, July 23rd and Saturday, July 24th at the Roy and Edna Disney/CalArts Theater in downtown Los Angeles. 631 West 2nd St Los Angeles, CA 90012. Admission: $14. |

For more information, please contact

Key To The Mind’s Eye ~ Long Beach

East Branch Library ~ 3680 Atlantic Ave. ~ Long Beach ~ CA


Holden Caulfield Blow Me ~ Venice

Equator Books ~ Venice

“There’s a boy who fogs his world and now he’s getting lazy
There’s no motivation and frustration makes him crazy
He makes a plan to take a stand but always ends up sitting.
Someone help him up or he’s gonna end up quitting.” ~ Green Day

Corazon del Pueblo Poetry Nights ~ Boyle Heights

Flowers of Fire: Poesia de Lucha y Amor

Join Boyle Heights Bards:
for a FREE Bi-Monthly Poetry, Performance, & Open Mic Event

January 13th
Early Sign-Ups for Open Mic: 7:30pm-8:00pm

@ Corazon del Pueblo
2003 E. 1st St.
Los Angeles 90033

Featured Poets:
Matt Sedillo
John Carlos de Luna

Featured Musician:
Calix Reneau

Featured Poets:
Abel Salas
Christy Ramirez
Dora Magaña

Featured Musicians:
City Terrace’s own Original Rock Sons
Willie Herron lll (Los Illegals)
Sid Medina (The Brat)

FLOWERS OF FIRE scheduled for January 13th & 27th

Literacy ~ Mid City


Pico Blvd. & Highland Ave. ~ Mid City



UTOPIAN NIHILISTS ~ Los Feliz ~ Sat., September 13th

Jim Marquez & Rick Mendoza ~ Friday, August 1st ~ Downtown L.A.

Jim Marquez. Photo by Rick Mendoza.


by Jim Marquez

The silence of it all is the thing that first gets you. So fucking quiet at 2:37am on a Thursday or Friday or Saturday morning in Downtown Los Angeles.

The men wait at a corner, huddled in twos and threes and fours, the truly adventurous man waits alone. Dressed in white T-shirts with oil-stains, jeans, and trucking caps. Some are drunk, red eyes glisten under dull street lights; they waver in place, trying to remain upright, while others are wide awake, jittery, hands shoved in pockets, rocking back and forth on their heels, taking quick glances at their buddies, wordlessly asking each other in Spanish if they should leave or make their move.

It’s cold out this night, unusual for this time of year, but that does not deter them; they gather here on this corner and wait for the taxi dancers to come streaming out of their place of business on this and every other night and I know this because I’m the only drunk that bothers to look at them rather than push past as the amateurs do when they stumble out of a bar in their own groups of 17-30 deep, sloppy and loud and obnoxious, catching the ears of all the pigs that increasingly patrol the downtown streets now.

I’ve been to whorehouses and strip clubs and swingers clubs all over the world, but, I have never seen the inside of a taxi hall. Talk about old school. Buy tickets, pick a girl, actually slow dance, be close, pretend you’ve taken her out on a real, old fashioned date, then, if the friction is right, or not, retire to a back sofa, in the dark, and hope for a hand job or, for the truly adventurous woman, a blow job.

So I’ve been told.

But after is when the real money is made. When the real action takes place. And it’s all for the asking, apparently.

The women gather under the awning of their building. Wrapped in bad coats, holding big purses, teetering in cheap platform sandals, whispering in Spanish to each other about this guy or that guy that is standing across from them on the sidewalk. They don’t smile. They don’t wave or encourage. But they do await the first moves.

Christ, it’s like being at a junior high school dance.


Acres Of Books ~ Long Beach

Bertrand Smith’s Acres of Books ~ 240 Long Beach Blvd. ~ Long Beach


“L.A. BITCH IV” DVD Launch Party ~ Dale Youngman Gallery ~ Downtown

Jim “The Beast” Marquez reading from his latest book “L.A. Bitch IV” at the “L.A. Bitch IV DVD” release party last Friday night. The DVD is a slide show of Downtown life with words written and read by Jim Marquez, photography by Rick Mendoza, and paintings by Carl Ramsey. The DVD was produced by Dale Youngman and Gail Zone.

Having thoroughly enjoyed the candid, outspoken and poetic style of Jim Marquez’ “PG 13″ book – in Jim’s own words – “East L.A. Collage,” I was looking forward to hearing The Beast unleashed in “L.A. Bitch IV.” Since the show, I’ve started reading his X rated tales. As disturbingly real and graphic as Jim gets, his heart is the leading force behind his unnerving depictions whether he rants against or achingly needs his fellow mortals as in “After the reading” (see excerpts below,) an undeniable proof that Marquez has mastered the art of the short story and is right to have moved on to writing his first novel. If I were you I would get a copy of his self-published books fast; in my opinion Marquez has already transcended his beginnings as an “East L.A. writer” to possibly become one of the most authentic recorders of our 21st American century.

“I should’ve been happy after the reading and signing of my latest book: big crowd, standing room only, college girls sitting on the floor and gazing up at me like I was the Mexican-Charles-fucking-Bukowski himself, but something was off…” Jim Marquez, “After the reading”

Paintings by Carl Ramsey.

“The booze flowed well, it always does when I read, and I read the fuck out of the material; freaked everybody out and even surprised myself with the ferocity and rage in which the words exploded off my tongue.”

Downtowner and “Bathroom Graffiti” author Mark Ferem with whom I got to sip iced coffee before the show. During our animated conversation, which I hope to continue with Mark soon and share with my readers, Mark waved and smiled at a friend across the street. “It’s Gronk,” he said. I grinned. How cool was that! Above him are paintings by Eric Jones from the Dale Youngman’s gallery’s closing exhibit: “Father.”