Here’s Phil Stern’s famous picture of Marilyn Monroe, looking scared. Read more
When I was in my early teens in the 1950s in Long Beach I learned where human wealth really comes from.
There was this fellow named Dr. Fitzgibbon who was doing top secret research on dolphins for the U.S. Navy who used to come over to my parents’ house. He wasn’t supposed to talk about his work because it was regarded as top secret. But he was consumed with excitement over the knowledge that dolphins had bigger and he believed more powerful brains than humans and their language had much more complex syntax. Read more
(Honey is a Belgian Marxist former strip-tease artiste.)
Today I walked with other elderly women in Elysian Park. There was snow on the San Gabriel Mountains. The scent of green weeds was evocative and for a moment I was a child again, because I grew up not far from where we walked, on the other side of the Los Angeles River.
At one place, we descended a steep dirt path through the brush into a small valley. I was happy. The action of descent made me happier. I remembered June 6, 1968, when I was 22 years old, and I said out loud “I descend.” Read more
The Fifth Chapter Of The Novel “Edendale,” THE STORE ON HYPERION, by Phyl M. Noir
Watts Towers, photo courtesy of Los Angeles Public Library
The KKK marches in Los Angeles. Photo courtesy Los Angeles Public Library
By PHYL M. NOIR
Max came to the house in the Avenues. He was gaunt, and he mumbled and smelled like booze. Sam looked up from watching the ball game on television and said, “What’s the matter with you?”
Max walked into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk and drank all the milk up.
Sam saw him out of the corner of his eye and almost jumped out of his chair and said, “Hey, hey. What’s the matter with you? Get out. Don’t come back.” He never spoke to Max after that. Read more