Poetry: Homeless
She was young, maybe in her twenties, a pretty face, asleep and cocooned in a blanket in the space between the concrete wall of the shopping cart corral and the…
Poetry: Los Osos Lament
Early morning, and I open my eyes tentatively, wondering. When I look out my window, will the hills be alight with sunshine? Will fog shroud the world in gray, obscuring…
Poetry: Fog at Whale Rock Reservoir
Photo by Juliane McAdam (2018) Driving back to Los Osos from Paso Robles, on California’s Central Coast, the afternoon hot and brilliant with sunshine, I decide it’s a perfect day…