Jonathan Livingston Chicken lives across from our cottage. Every evening, between 5 and 6, Jonathan escapes his coop, hops on his roadside fence, clucks proud, and flies up an adjacent tree. “I’m a chicken with a hawk soul,” he tells me. “They don’t prey on me.”
March 03, 2018 at 09:37PM
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“Silvery teardrops trickling down my windshield…” [Warren Zevon, ‘Steady Rain’]
March 02, 2018 at 11:28AM
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LA parking laws dictate behavior on a quantum level, because if everyone here decided to park at the same time, our universe’s space-time continuum upends.
February 26, 2018 at 11:44PM
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‘57 Bel Air Surf Wag
pitted chrome evidence
salt-air daybreak wave breaks
hidden bluff parking
rusty impact zone survivor
does the dream come
with the car,
or with the car,
comes a dream?
February 25, 2018 at 06:11PM
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Pit master @catmthomas, Dutchess of Artichoke, betrothed to the Duke of Zucchini, sears an Ahi tuna filet under Laurel Canyon twilight.
February 24, 2018 at 11:21PM
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“Careful,” a soft voiced young woman walking north on Lankershim Blvd admonished in passing, fixing her gaze on me as we crossed paths. “I spilled my blueberries down the street by the death wish.”
February 22, 2018 at 09:57PM
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It’s a letdown to see this in Southern California, but I get that “Keep on keepin’ on, man,” didn’t fit on the sign.
February 21, 2018 at 03:24PM
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serenity takes
a coastal canyon ridge walk
ancient lines
still remain
to see beyond the horizon
February 18, 2018 at 07:20PM
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Gaia sent Scorpius to sting and kill Orion, a hunter who threatened to kill all the animals on Earth. Eternal enemies, Orion and Scorpius are never in the same sky. As a Scorpio, I’d like to think Orion is always guarding me, but he’s actually on guard for me. Still, fav stars.
February 16, 2018 at 11:14AM
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There’s no such thing as
slowing down
speed is only how far
you feel you’re gone
in time
February 15, 2018 at 07:43PM
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A ~50-year-old bougainvillea, reaching 30+ feet to the sky, dominates our cottage front, where the stairs from the street wind around its base. In this flora-friendly climate, it enjoys life in perpetual bloom, which, in the end, seems all we desire in love. Happy Valentines Day.
February 14, 2018 at 10:07PM
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Where New York City’s dream is a state of mind, California’s is a state of place. Both dreams offer a sense of vindication, as if to wake up in either justifies waking up at all. NYC offers chaos on bedrock, though, where CA offers calm on shifting ground. Go figure.
February 13, 2018 at 05:57PM
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Jackie Gleason
“Our dreams are firsthand creations, rather than residues of waking life. We have the capacity for infinite creativity; at least while dreaming, we partake of the power of the Spirit, the infinite Godhead that creates the cosmos.”
February 12, 2018 at 07:01PM
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“All the vampires, walkin’ through the Valley…”
February 11, 2018 at 05:48PM
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Drinking and driving is deadly, and up here, so is drinking and diving down to the wine cellar for another bottle.
February 10, 2018 at 04:32PM
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Hollywood “Hills” is a misnomer, because these are mountains. Mid-run today, a random left turn just kept switchbacking, and elevated me 300 feet in 1km. I still marvel that all these Donner Passes are in the middle of a city. That said, it’s LA. Stop running, be eaten.
February 09, 2018 at 06:36PM
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Scrub Jay
Birds tussle in these hills,
tumble in riled pecksticuffs,
despite bountiful slopes
of brush and nectar.
• • •
Anger, competition, distrust –
downloaded to human nature
from Nature –
make four sides to war:
yours, “theirs,” and the ones
in-side
each
side.
February 08, 2018 at 03:17PM
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Clones feel so at home in California because at one point copy stores were also genealogy labs.
February 07, 2018 at 03:49PM
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