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The upland terrestrial ecosystem surrounding Clear Lake is a complex interplay of mountains, soils, and diverse wildlife, all shaped by historical flooding and human intervention. As western settlers altered the …

Studies have shown that the loss of wetlands around Clear Lake has led to increased phosphorus levels, fueling harmful cyanobacteria blooms. Despite a landmark report in 1994 highlighting the need …

The days are getting longer, and sunlight will soon penetrate Clear Lake, sparking a cycle of life that supports diverse wildlife. However, when nutrient pollution leads to cyanobacteria blooms, the …

On this 4th of July, as I sat by Clear Lake, the vibrant fireworks were overshadowed by the unsettling sight of cyanobacteria-painted green water and the stench of decaying fish. …

I want to start by apologizing for a gig last Saturday that never happened. My band, AudioSoul, was scheduled to play Loch Lomond Roadhouse, but when I got there to …

What Is Joy but Small Kindnesses I panic-rush with my package from my car to the door only to find that while it’s already 5 o’clock, it’s unlocked.

Chase Me Chase me into the clouds of sunset Walk with me into the sky

Shadows Of Moonset In the shadows of the moonset When the stars have not yet Winked themselves to sleep, In the deep of the pre-dew dawn While the fairies still …

“So when are you coming home?” Her voice sounds a bit more anxious than before. Arthur leans forward towards his arm, straddling the top of the phone in the booth. …

Unexpected Intrusions The driver behind me slams on their horn—tires screech. Cars on either side of us aren’t moving.

Waxing The waxing moon Spreads her halo To the treeline Encircling the evening star

Love and Dishes When you come home to a sink full of dishes, you do them extra loud. You’re right.

May Drizzle Raindrops take seven seconds to disappear into the concrete,

Rest Eyes heavy with the day to day to day to day Time to lower the blinds and hang the sign

With my dad behind the wheel of the U-Haul and my ‘95 Celica in tow, we headed east for that 1,800-mile trip. One way, for me.

Moonrise, Return You are Sunrise. Dawn whispering Against windowshades, Brushing night from the sky,

Take Your Wow With You Otherwise, you might miss the tiny rainbows bouncing off the dew drops when the morning

Wet It’s astonishing, the slipperiness Of spirit, how August afternoons Become January mornings Clouded so thickly a foot could be a mile,

Metamorphosis after “The Addiction Bird” by Agnes Hanying Ong We march. In our black suits draped in black trenchcoats huddled under black umbrellas, we climb toward the sky. In the …

February 10th A good poem doesn’t need to rhyme. It writes itself quietly and easily Like the present tense of place, time And immediacy, for each word allows

As a homeschooling parent, I often fear judgment about my qualifications. A recent encounter with a judge criticizing a mother for lacking teaching credentials made me reflect on my choices. …

It goes something like this: Over time, I could feel the pressure building deep within. Think of me as a pressure cooker breaking down what lies inside. The process is …

First Bet, Not the Last Once I got my first taste of a win, it all made sense. The thrill of a risk being rewarded sparked a thirst for more.

Encapsulation She encapsulates sunrise. She is a time lapse photo redacted Minute by minute, reversing The birth of dawn.

At Woodland Community College’s Lake County Campus, students find more than classes; they meet mentors who transform lives. Discover inspiring professors like Dr. Laurie Daly, who has dedicated over 43 …