The Root

The Root Riding that train through the European plain, thinking Of what’s to be gained, and I think And theorize about things Realize We stand on the brink In that final realm as the thunder rolls The final frontier of the human soul. – Political discourse like broken leaves Stands in the shadows of laughing …

The Road to Big Sur

It was early in the morning and I couldn’t see the peaks of the mountains. The mist in the air was cool and no cars drove on Highway 1, also known as the pacific coast highway, in central California. This was a place I’d only heard of but never seen. It lived in my mind …

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