Poetry: Allegro
Michael Laboon, "Roots and Wings," San Luis Obispo Art Around Town For Ann Ream This is where we enter the dark This is where we must go it alone…
Poetry: Shoreline Meditation
Photo by Sofya Kholodkova Six a.m.—light of a new day just beginning to illuminate patches of distant waves through a dense haze. Tideline dotted with clamshells, some closed and…
Poetry: Nature Pulling Gently
Photo by Catt Liu This morning I’m awakened by a discussion outside my window between a wild turkey and a crow. It seems a friendly exchange, even when decibels…
Poetry: Blue Sky
There is something big as the sky inside you A blue cloudless sky An ocean inside you Have you heard it move Along the lines of your eyes Felt it…
The Balcony Gardener: The Case of the Emerald Afternoon
The Balcony Gardener and her beloved dog Teddy were enjoying a patch of late January sun that had wandered, briefly, into February’s jurisdiction. Teddy lay with his chin on his…
Poetry: Time Travel
My ten-year-old self climbs into her time machine, aims for age twenty-four, and over-shoots the mark. In the ballpark still, but landing with me, age eighty, she pouts, wants…
Reflections: 1939 Was a Watershed Year for Films
These are my parents, Robert Wilson Gregory and Patricia Margaret Keefe Gregory. They lived then in Taft, where I was born. But I remember that painting of the Monterey cypress…
Reflections: A Still Relevance
Photo by Efe Kekikciler There are mornings when I wake and notice the light before I move—steady, ordinary light, unchanged, but for the way I see it. I am…
The Balcony Gardener: The Dream of Impossible Garlic
Photo by Coffee with Joshua By December, the city had folded itself into its winter shape—narrower streets of light, colder breath rising from the river, and the faint metallic…