by beachraven | Sep 17, 2022
Wind-Ripped Maple, Monterey Peninsula The plum was perfectly ripe, sweet, and bursting with juice and flavor. Rays of the sun warmed the deck and soaked into my bones, leaving nothing to desire but more of the same warm, bright liveliness. Luscious drops of...
by beachraven | Sep 2, 2022
Asilomar Beach, Pacific Grove, California I sat on the side of the bed and gazed into the full-length mirror, but instead of seeing myself looking back, I saw an aging primate. The eyes looked like those of an ape with pain and wisdom, and concern. The body folded...
