Dripping Sweet

Dripping Sweet

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...
Ruffled Feathers

Ruffled Feathers

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...
Muted Silence

Muted Silence

Santa Monica Pier, Santa Monica, California   I rolled into the graveyard shortly after dawn, the grass color just appearing through the dissolving dark grays and blacks of night and the damp chill of thick dripping air before the haze pulled out to sea. I’ve...
Dripping White Clouds

Dripping White Clouds

Del Monte Forest, Monterey, California   As I walked along, the sea haze began to roll in and cover the forest in a dripping, white cloud. I’ve had it all wrong, I thought. It’s not that I have to give up my thoughts to be in the moment; when...
Don’t Be Cruel 

Don’t Be Cruel 

August 17th, 1977, I was on my way to work, driving down La Brea Boulevard in Hollywood, listening to my favorite radio station, and as I crossed Santa Monica Boulevard, they announced Elvis Presley’s death. The news appeared out of nowhere. The air felt thin, and as...