Dive into this deep pool of writing. Our themes are loss and love’s return; childhood; and breathing. Our writers are Daniel Raskin, Dennis DeBiase, Merijane Block, Kaye Lesley Cleave, Kalpa Bhattacharjee, Christopher McClean, Carol Harada, Jeanette Esau, and Christopher P. … Continue reading →

For Ben Jackson Carrying him on my chest in a light green snuggly, his reddish brown hair in my nostrils, his warmth against my chest-breast, and on my back, a tear-drop pack with Pampers, wipes, a bottle of milk and … Continue reading →

My parents—like most parents—didn’t get it right about lots of things, but they had the foresight to realize that swimming lessons at the earliest possible age would be the exact right thing to provide their eldest son.

Oh, you three! You are gone from this earth. You are everywhere; you are nowhere.

Say for example, you ride an escalator in a department store, decorated with Mother’s Day hearts and flowers, on a mission to buy your mom an extra-wide slot toaster, when piped music floats across the airwaves. You can press both … Continue reading →

Finally, I can breathe Knowing that it was Simply Breath all along. Impermanence, Flow Transmutation, Flux Expansion, In Vaporization, Out Form springs into being Only to shatter Into Infinite Shards Still new to this liberation, I breathe.  

People sometimes say that others have to earn their respect.  As you climb up through soft Sierra Nevada footpaths, It sounds discerning and analytical,  kicking up dark brown earth and skirting ferns, like they don’t have time for fools, sloths, … Continue reading →

Sting showed up in Una’s yoga class on Tuesday. She was neatening up the props, the foam blocks and bolsters carelessly tossed onto the deep shelf. The previous class usually left a decidedly funky cloud, so she ran the fan … Continue reading →

Bulldoze my childhood home. Bulldoze used-to-be. I don’t need the cold, clear creek, its banks choked with blackberry vines. I won’t want to visit the mulberry trees, once sticks staked in the lawn, knee-high to nothing. The biggest one now … Continue reading →

Bryan wanted to talk about death, and he decided I was the one to talk to. The first time he brought up the topic was the night before I left after a long visit. I’d been staying with his family … Continue reading →