Juniper Ridge

Were the woods really here? The California coast at Big Sur? Kerouac could not yet get a clear thought. The sea sprayed sage like bright green spray, herbaceous and spicy, pungent and fresh, pushing the scent through every pore of the conifers'...

The trees of Big Sur grow like roots from the endless heights of the sky, their trunks standing in the ground like the legs of mighty mammoths, waves rushing from the Pacific like inscribed leaves, words turned thoughts of Kerouac,...