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There is in Celtic mythology the notion of “thin places” in the universe where the visible and the invisible world come into their closest proximity. …—Rev. Peter Gomes Perhaps this is why my feet need to meet ocean,sink into ankle-deep … Continue reading →

It rolled in the swells,tossed up toward the surf line,then dragged back into the froth of crumbling waves, a buff-coloredprolate spheroid, slightlytorpedo-shaped, as I stood on the damp sand, the tideplaying peek-a-boo with my toes,watching it spiral like a kid’s … Continue reading →

(San Clemente Pier City Beach,San Clemente, California) “But it’s the same ocean,” he pointed outbefore we got here. “And there’s sand.” And no hurricane has decimated thisplace like the one that recently ravaged an island we love in the middle … Continue reading →

Driving south on 99, that point whenyou need a stretch, but you’re antsyto get there, so you keep driving, while out the passenger windowthe photographer aims skywardwhere the sun is extending its beams with such exuberanceyou keep sneaking peeksout that … Continue reading →

(Headline, San Francisco Chronicle,Bite Curious newsletter, 10/20/26) ••• Before she was my mother, she was youngin the early 1950s, raven-haired,smoking slim cigarettes, drinking dry martinis after she migratedto California because that’s what youngfolks did before they strapped on marriage and … Continue reading →

The man in the ICU, your familybreathing through your painful inhales,so little comfort in the exhales.From a distance I breathe with you, too. Together we swim back in timeto, yes, the pools but also to yourbedroom, sitting on orange shag,you … Continue reading →

(for Donna) You could probably still get into yours,though I am far, far from the hundred-pound lifeguard chick twirling her Acme Thunderer,ready to blow it if kids running on the deck failed to heed my call of “slow down!” withall … Continue reading →

The little green torpedostill hangs on a gnarly vine,probably past its prime,but I can’t persuade myselfto cut the cord and bring itinside. The cukes and tomatoeshave given me such a lifton summer’s hottest days—baskers, they are, lollingin the patch by … Continue reading →

I don’t mind following a big busthrough my neighborhood,especially when I get close enoughto see the license plate holderthat reads: Gillig. A descendent of the snub-nosed orangebehemoth that carried us to and fromEureka Elementary, ours creaked and squealedas it pulled … Continue reading →

You, sitting here — having no idea what to write,wondering what made you think you could do this —are hereby authorized to: • watch your monkey mind leap from branch to branch until it settles,• shift from overdrive into low … Continue reading →