Poetry: “They gathered in the bioluminescence . . .”
THEY GATHERED IN THE BIOLUMINESCENCE OF THE FIREFLIES UNTIL THEY TOO BECAME THE SUMMER NIGHT SKY —from "Bioluminescence" by Diana Sudyka Everything comingling as if the air we breathe The…
Travel: Baby Teeth*
*Or, My Quest To Find the Brothers Grimm An autumn leaf collection, with dates and places written on each one in black ink. Paper cut into the shapes of…
Poetry: There Is Nothing Ordinary
The view out my window Sitting in my recliner Is straight out of a Japanese painting Full moon setting through a barren Winter tree Behind the fog and the coastal…
Poetry: Enveloped by the Tides
Everything shifts with the push and pull of tides. Wood, stones, glass get sucked out, and the waves give back sticks of smooth-edged driftwood, pebbles to hold in our hands,…
Personal History: On Being Bicoastal
I fancy myself a bicoastal woman. The forging of this status began on a bitingly cold day in Lexington, Massachusetts in the winter of 1959 as I walked with childhood…
Personal History: My One and Only Callie
Along with three other sightless bundles of fur, the entity destined to spend 20 years of her life with me was born in the early morning hours of the first…
Poetry: The Thing Is
Each time I look out the window, I see a poem passing. —Gwendolyn Brooks The thing about poetry is this: Sometimes you get an idea, and you say here’s a…
Poetry: Vultures
Preparing my morning coffee, out the kitchen window I see how a needed rain has bathed our thirsty earth. Up on the hill, an unexpected sight— seven carrion-seeking birds perched…
Poetry: Plumeria
I have just settled in with a blanket, cat on my lap, book of poetry in my hand, when I hear the bells ring. Four Tibetan brass bells, bought at…
Poetry: Three Ekphrastic Poems
Kevin Patrick Sullivan has written these poems to pieces in the San Luis Obispo Museum of Art’s permanent collection. Let the Light Shine after a photograph by James Marx This…