My new life in LA was wearing me thin and I decided that I needed to get away. The plan was to drive up to San Francisco and stay there for a few days. I was told that I should take the 1 Highway, that even though it was a longer route, it offered a …
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 …
Chapter 1
The plan was to get to Frisco after things settled with the LA move, but I hand't been able to swing it since; and so it wasn't long after getting back from Coachella and hiking the desert mountains there that I began thinking about mysterious Big Sur in the north and finally making what would …
Stella and Skyway Trains
Where the winds dance so fierce and passerby enchant, Where the dreams lie low, steered, beneath the dim lit street lamps, I stand wide-eyed and smiling, though frozen cold and standing alone. This is a city, though never singing, so wise so old, for San Francisco. Where sad-eyed dogs they trot, and children remain away …
Chapter 5
I went to Frisco for the first time when I was a boy, with my mother when I was six years old. We stayed with her cousin back when she used to live in the city. Now she lived across the bay not far from Berkeley. We talked a little of that time but not …
Ren Michael 