Seaside welcomes Natalia Molina (for her birthday)

I am Seaside, California I’ve not always been the safest place But you see my glowing potential My sidewalks are seeped in the souls of the world More than any other Peninsula city, I truly welcome all And your soul makes me so much closer to perfection Energy blows in the clouds that spin inContinue reading “Seaside welcomes Natalia Molina (for her birthday)”

Epipen Noir

I couldn’t see the inanimate object, but I could hear it speak. The Epipen had a voice like an Italian mobster if you can believe that. The thing probably wore a sharkskin suit, something full of money and pizzazz. It told me who it was while parked outside the pharmacy. My fingers hadn’t turned theContinue reading “Epipen Noir”

De Young Museum in curmudgeon: 10 things that didn’t help the experience

Art Museums crack open young minds and pour in bravery. They make us think outside of our boxes (those selfish things that are covered this year in Bernie or Trump stickers) and look at them from new selfish boxes, maybe even from a perspective where the artist selfishly thinks they are outside of a box.Continue reading “De Young Museum in curmudgeon: 10 things that didn’t help the experience”

Hey caveperson, where’s your ghost?

So why are there no prehistoric ghosts? People report ghosts of family pets every now and again, so why are there no ephemeral T-Rex sightings on Fremont in Seaside, California? Some say there are caveman ghosts, of course, but any discourse on them seems rare. Some say prehistoric ghosts are around, but that spirits “dissolve”Continue reading “Hey caveperson, where’s your ghost?”

BOOK REVIEW: The Hunted by Kristy Berridge

Vampires drain a new vein OR Don’t judge a blood sucker by its coffin Vampires are not uncommon in the realm of fiction. They’re not uncommon in the realm of reality either, in a way. Lots of people douse themselves in the lifestyle. Fang implants are a thing. Vampire fiction, therefore, is a genre all itsContinue reading “BOOK REVIEW: The Hunted by Kristy Berridge”