Poetry

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…

Photo by Ioana Kortis Every year as we enter crusty, frost covered mornings and evenings that turn dark way too soon, don’t you want to go back, or hurry through…

Photo by Jeanie Greensfelder After the atmospheric river soaks the Central Coast, I picture the ocean crashing over the jetty at Morro Rock. Once the roads clear, though wind and…

Photo by Jeanie Greensfelder Let me stop being this thinking-and-doing person and become the pond at Sweet Springs where mallards glide and egrets feed. Send me into silence, broken only…

The squirrels have not yet found the figs. They stole every single apricot on the newly planted tree in days, even though the roots are fortressed to keep gophers out,…

I’m tired of pink. Pink ribbon. Pink tutu. Pink bikini. Pink baseball bat. Pink pregnancy test. Blue is where it’s at. Blue knows best. Blue is powerful. Blue kills. I’m…

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…

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…