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  • Dr. Nadine Burke Harris, photo by Michael Winokur.

    Healing the Long-Term Effects of Childhood Adversity

    Apr 14, 18 • Datebook, Education, Events, Lecture, Local Life, Nonprofits, This Week in SB, Ticker, To Do, Web Exclusives

    UCSB Arts & Lectures presents Nadine Burke Harris, M.D., a leader in the movement to transform how we respond to early childhood adversity, delivering a FREE public lecture titled Healing the Long-Term Effects of Childhood Adversity on Mon., April 16, at...

  • Now This is Spring

    Apr 13, 18 • Poetry

      Now This is Spring By Mary L. Brown   a faded rain, hieroglyphs of drip   in painted caves. What we know is drought   so learn to hear how sea shells curl   in mountain shale, wringing out   their closing drops of ocean....

  • Winter Dream

    Apr 13, 18 • Poetry

      Winter Dream By Christine Penko   It happens every year. The near distant islands—Santa Cruz, Anacapa—float into hard focus while light glints off waves so bright our eyes water. Winds that blew torrents of flame down our mountains subside to...

  • HAPPINESS

    Apr 13, 18 • Poetry

      HAPPINESS By Enid Osborn From Little Wakes   Blue, common as sky, many as borage stars.   Bluebirds perched on the storm gutter, burbling their melodies, make the heart jump more than sparrows in the grass, for being blue.   And the...

  • Invitation to Play

    Apr 13, 18 • Poetry

      Invitation to Play By Ron Alexander   October’s first evening chill sends me rummaging for my lined leather jacket, donned last against last February’s freeze.   I hike through the Westside—Bohnett Park (span the boulders at...

  • Child Light

    Apr 13, 18 • Poetry

        Child Light Santa Barbara, 1954 By Christopher Buckley   It was, of course, another life—the war just over, many of us barely out of bassinets. The sky peeled away layer by layer, the grey air pausing between those days and whatever was...

  • View From 18B

    Apr 13, 18 • Poetry

      View from 18B By Emma Trelles   It is always the same constellation: the city   And its hopeful torches, a sky caped in wool and thorn.   Music of trains, music of copper wire humming fortunes.   What if the future arrived as a dark...

  • Where Light Bends Wind

    Apr 13, 18 • Poetry

        Where Light Bends Wind By Melinda Palacio   August air trapped in October’s still life painting waits for a breeze to relieve Indian Summer’s false warm notes.   Leaves like hands tinted rust, gold, and emerald surf air...

  • Fiesta Carnival

    Apr 13, 18 • Poetry

      Fiesta Carnival By Pamela Davis   Asleep in my bed, I didn’t hear the trucks roll in, spilling men who never slept into the hot August night. By noon, long, articulated arms of midway rides clawed flat sky, sent me spinning, sweet fried dough...

  • Equinox

    Apr 13, 18 • Poetry

      Equinox By Susan Chiavelli   Confused, a woodpecker descends upon my chimney, drills the metal flue, which yields nothing but percussion, persistent wake-up call in this earliest of dawns. Nameless birds I call little browns, common wrens or...