Essay: Monster Mash
Halloween is upon us. Prepare to be assaulted by all kinds of vampires, werewolves, and other ghost-like creatures that cloves of garlic, religious crosses, and even silver bullets aren’t likely…
Poetry: Full Moon Over Elfin Forest
The opportunity for new insight can so easily pass us by— that potential opening to life lost. With this in mind, I pull on long johns, then sweatpants, turtleneck layered…
Poetry: Subtle Seasons
A scrap of paper tucked in a drawer reads “seasons are subtle on the Central Coast.” I wrote that note to myself several years ago. It was mostly true, and…
Poetry: Two by Kevin Patrick Sullivan
Your Gift There are images maybe traces of tenderness a quiet breathing this shared breath waking next to you The Bridge Come from under the sun Leap into the…
Video: Writing Local History. That Isn’t Local.
Local historian and award-winning writer Jim Gregory has just completed a new video, Writing Local History—That Isn't Local. He writes that it's a kind of primer. "Because no matter how…
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: Sea Blossoms
My mother has long wavy green hair she slaps at my ankles my thighs she wants to break over my head knock me down in the surf give me a…
Poetry: Abundance
Morning light bathes my face and filigrees the edges of leaves like halos. The soul-stirring cry of a red-tailed hawk rings out as she flies searching across the sky. If…
Poetry: A Thin Blue Line
Red — bright red against the clouds a cardinal sits high wavering with the wind Such a thin blue line circles the top of the world :: Kevin Patrick Sullivan
Poetry: Chances
Photo by Abed Ismail Each day I get another chance to stay in the present moment, to be grateful for being alive, another chance to give up sugar, another chance…