Pacific Grove


I lean over to release my heavy anchor into the sea, knowing that its warm currents will stay with me, erasing and refining the deep grooves of my memory with polishings of water and sand. As the sharpness fades, a smooth surface will emerge: a tabula rasa upon which I can build a real home for the first time in my life.

Cannery Row

In my teens and twenties, flowery works of Middle English and Romantic Literature were my mainstays. Hemingway’s “The Sun Also …

Surf City / Fog City

SURF CITY (SANTA CRUZ) Lanky, sloppy surfer girl in dingy flip-flops, Holey tie-dye tank top slung over thread-bare thrift store …