Bioluminescence

I remember once, after pasteup and layout was done at The Paper (Bohemian), after we put it to bed (all nighters were common), we traipsed out to Goat Rock under a full moon, and  the bioluminescence of the red tide dinoflagellates turned the waves azure, so we began to write our names and ephemeral poems in the sand. They glowed for a moment, then disappeared into the night.

Because Southern California is experiencing unprecedented bioluminescence, The byproduct of red tide—and no one is there to witness it, I have become obsessed with it. These memory fragments go nowhere but they juice me, and so I write—even so.

• Red Tide
• BIOLUMINESCENCE