Cannery Row

Cannery Row

It was not so interesting driving at night. No dogs to see, only the highway lighted with his headlights. Doc speeded up to finish the trip. It was about two o’clock when he got to La Jolla. He drove through the town and down to the cliff below which his tidal flat...
The Invention of Morel

The Invention of Morel

One of these people, a woman, sits on the rocks to watch the sunset every afternoon. She wears a bright scarf over her dark curls; she sits with her hands clasped on one knee; her skin is burnished by prenatal suns,- her eyes, her black hair, her bosom make her look...
Damned If I Do

Damned If I Do

Epigenesis “What are you doing?” the trout asks. “I’m turning on the heat.” “Leave it off.” Alan Turing does. “My wife is very smart,” he says. He doesn’t look at the fish while he speaks. “She’s...