It’s been over ten years since moving to California, and I’m still adjusting to life out here. Come to think of it, I never adjusted to being an East-coaster, despite being born there. I remember my first few months in California. I kept saying to myself, “It’s always sunny here. People don’t move when they see me walking on the same sidewalk, and the sun is so bright I’ll get skin cancer on my bald head. And, oh yes, people eat Mexican food here for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Some Things About the Crow—Mark Tulin
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California-related poetry:
A California Dream in A California Street.
Cali flowers in Sunrise Bloom.
The biggest rock in God of the Bay.
California-related fiction:
California-related humor:
At the home in Elderly Yogis Reminiscing.
A different yogi in Touched by a Yogi.
Picture of the Week:
Favorite Comment of the week:
Thank you, Claudia, editor of Poetic Essences, for your comment on my poem Words That Echo. “Your thoughts wrapped in this melodious masterpiece tames the soul, temporizes the breath, spreads out hopes.”