Josef Jaeger
February 21st, 2011
Santa Cruz
March 22nd, 2009
I shuffle down Beach Street, a month after I met Will. I wear a wetsuit and I carry my surfboard. Over my shoulder a timid sun ascends. The morning air feels crisp, there’s no breeze and tide is low in the Bay, so I think swells will be fine at Steamer Lane and maybe I’ll have some fun. Santa Cruz shredders are cliquish, but they’ve come to know me and they don’t toss me attitude. They’ve seen me blast a lip and snag a bit of air.
Crawford Creek from Sabal
March 22nd, 2009
My first short story was published in a literary review called Sabal. I attended a writer’s conference at Eckerd College in St. Petersburg, Florida, and my story, titled Crawford Creek, won the “best of” conference award in the short story category. You can purchase a copy of the 2007 edition of Sabal online from Eckerd [...]