Aging and the Oceans

We parked on a steep street in Oceanside. There was a fog in the sky and the sun had dipped into the horizon. The sky was now the hazy blue of dawn, the time of reflection. I could hear the ocean from the car, through the cracked windows; collapsing over itself and onto the beach. …

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an exercise: out of the fire

There’s a bridge in the distance. On the other side of the river. I can see the legs of it create great European arches in the cliffs, shouldering the weight of thousands of cars – thousands of lives – as it sits, precariously deployed against the face of the mountain. The mountain itself is steep, …

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