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Oct 1, 2025

When Peace Crashed

Peace came dressed like a census taker clipboard in hand, mild mannered asking who still lives here and in what condition. It smelled of sunscreen and burnt coffee and Febreze And shuffled awkwardly on the welcome mat in mismatched shoes. But—we’re not supposed to talk to strangers or salesmen And so we closed the door. Later, when Peace turned...
Jan 28, 2025

The War on Art, Sonoma State University Cuts Strike Blow

Anyone in the tri-county area within earshot of an academic has probably heard about the dramatic cuts occurring at...
Jan 21, 2025

Follow Me: Social Media Butterfly

Rejection is par for the course for working writers, more so for non-working writers.  This is a direct lift from...
Apr 30, 2024

Rafael Reborn: A City Renewed?

Last year, this time, I was sitting at Above Fifth, the rooftop bar at the AC Hotel, enjoying the...
Apr 10, 2024

Artificial Idiocy: Ghosted, in the Machine

In a moment that may be too meta to mention (but I will anyway), I am now an AI. More...
Apr 2, 2024

Growing Mad: The (Mis)adventures of a Marin Zillennial

I am what they call a zillennial (aka a millennial born in 1995). So, though I remember dial-up internet...
Jan 19, 2024

FLOTUS State: Member of the de-press

The most interesting souvenir from Dr. Jill Biden’s recent SoCo sojourn was the official “White House Press Pool” pass...
Dec 23, 2023

So Long, and thanks for All the Fish Wrap

If you’re not careful, this job will turn you into a cigar-chomping J. Jonah Jameson-style cartoon parody of an...
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