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A Walk Amongst the Stones

A Walk Amongst the Stones

A recent visit to the Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery (in San Diego, California) inspired this poem. Whenever I go there I’m struck with how many thousands of lives are gone – – and what stories they never had the chance to tell. A sea of white Vermont marble spreads across the closely clipped grass, spilling down to the ocean below. On each, chiseled a name. Stories so numerous even the sea could not hold them. Here and there, splotches of…

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How to find a whopper of a story

How to find a whopper of a story

Want an idea for a great story?  Read on . . . I’m an avid iphoneographer and I love driving around town taking shots. This one was taken with the iPhone 6S and the Hipstamatic app. (Sergio Lens, Maximus LXIX film). It’s a picture of the Mission San Diego de Alcala, the first of the California missions. Looking at the picture, I’m drawn into a story of my own making. Native Californians, Jesuits, Spanish soldiers . . . religion, tradition, superstition….

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Is this too personal to share?

Is this too personal to share?

If you were around in the 70s, you may remember the Sangria craze. Fruit, red wine, spritzer . . . you know, every  Mexican joint served it – usually in a pitcher with a bunch of fruit in the bottom. Well, that craze faded until recently – or at least it did for me. One night my pal Fred and I met for drinks and starters at R Gang in San Diego – where Chef Rich (yes, he was on…

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Emily Dickinson and a San Diego Coffeehouse

Emily Dickinson and a San Diego Coffeehouse

A week or so ago I tweeted an article about the second known photo of Emily Dickinson being found.  Long a lover of Emily’s work, I found myself thinking about her this morning over coffee at Monica’s at the Park, a favorite San Diego coffeehouse. Sitting out on the patio I was fascinated by the hundreds of bees darting in and out of the bottlebrush tree and wondered what Emily would write about their flight. Thus, this homage, with apologies…

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