Raking leaves is cathartic. Solitary. Meditative. Monk-like and focused I pulled crisp fallen leaves from the tree lawn into the gutter with all the energy of an aging samurai sweeping an empty dojo floor. Workers had already picked up most of our autumn leaves, but after the recent snowfall more dropped on East Gibson Street. […]
From our upstairs bedroom window she looks seriously injured. One branch covered in wet thick snow lies frozen on the ground. Other branches droop from watery weight, hanging low as if bowed in mourning. We call her our baby tree. She’s a survivor who stands where her predecessors failed to grow. Over the years we’ve […]
Psst. Wanna get high? My new novel Weed Wine Magic will light your fire. So will real weed wine. I can’t wait to see the movie. One night in late October my editor Stephanie to whom I am married and I settled into our cliffside room at the Inn at the Cove in Pismo Beach […]
OK all you buzzed, baked, cotton-mouthed, couch-locked, fried, high, lit up, mashed on nature’s holiday, roasted, stoned, toasted and wasted stoners, get ready to read. Same goes for you straight arrow intellectuals. Even if you’re only half-baked, readers on all levels of cosmic consciousness can now buckle their brain belts and prepare for takeoff. Weed […]
Better than any corrupt government shuttle, multibillion-dollar commercial spaceship or Martian-piloted UFO, Weed Wine Magic will get you high. Want to take you higher…I wanna take you higher…Let me take you higher. Thank you Sly and the Family’s Stoned. That’s why Stephanie Bressler, my hippie editor to whom I am married, and I are inviting […]
