Southbound

First out on the road, on a weekend morning, Chryslers and Dodges, convertibles and sedans, rental cars for tourists. Next Gas 33 Miles Black asphalt, solid yellow double lines, freshly-plowed fields. Umber sandstone bluffs, black jagged rocks, white foam, and a cold, blue, shimmery-velvet Pacific. Cabrillo Highway. On the long straight-aways, seventeen Harley-riding bikers rumble… Read More Southbound

Facing West from California’s Shores – Walt Whitman

Facing West from California’s Shores Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Facing west from California’s shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circled, For starting westward,… Read More Facing West from California’s Shores – Walt Whitman