May 2022

“At last came the golden month of the wild folk–honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.” ― Samuel Scoville Jr.,

January 2022

“I blink January’s lashes
and gush down December’s cheeks”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

OCTOBER 2021 • AN IMPROMPTU ESCAPE TO LONG BEACH, CA • PART II

If you don’t love life you can’t enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. – Eleanor Clark