Big Sur After Rain
Rain water in eucalyptus groves off Highway 1.
Concrete After Lightning
Electric crackle, downpour, panic grass, sizzling asphalt steam.
Tomb of the Eagles
Where Orkney eagles carried Stoneage souls beyond the jagged cliffs
Take it anywhere.
In clothes that look like rugs, singing “we must never break the chain.”
Frühstück with JSB at Café Zimmerman, 1723.
Tea service at the colonial parlor of Mme. Revere, topless psychic.
Give them a journey through space and time.
Silently watch the flame for 7 hours and you may spy liberation.