Author: Dual Coast Magazine

When the sun sets behind the dunes, The sky slips from orange To indigo, and we gather kindling To...

I promised myself that today I would knock on your door to ask if you love me.   Standing in...

she was born in a beginning of survival a feverish fight to exist within the odds against her to...

I once saw a hypnotist hand empty eye-glass frames to hypnotized students.   He said they...

Dear Reader, I need to clarify the record the woods we wandered were not at all lovely but...

I barely made it on time, inching along the freeway at fifteen miles an hour, streetlights...

A cool breeze caresses my hair As the sun begins to peek above the horizon The earth yawns and...

Neither lit lamp nor prayer replace this dark exhibition of a graveyard. Alas, Guernica, tongues...

The Drive My faded Volkswagen beetle waits patiently for me to wobble to it. The drive to the...

I was 43 before I saw swans in flight I was born raised I loved was loved am loved I carried life...

there is truth in her eyes, it looks like the dew after a sunrise. and there are stars in her...

A warm summer day and we together are in quiet reflection looking at the sea raising your arms...

What is love to you? The way you carry the night and the lagoon in the curves of your neck is...

Beyond the café window, snowfall plots to make the campus a canvas.   Why is memory like that...

On my lunch break, an email pops up from my Mom where her subject line’s jazzy glee shakes me...

He snorkels in two feet of water, He sky dives from two hundred feet And has two dollars to his...

Bright eyes, seeing the world for the first time. Mom and Dad cry and the family welcomes you...