Much like Bolinas itself, the poems gathered in On the Mesa exist in an unincorporated state—apiece and apart, at home and at ease, glad to be among each other. They reflect and transcend an era ripe with love, longing, domestic life, tempestuous sociopolitical events, growing ecological concern, burgeoning spiritual consciousness, and good old-fashioned small-town gossip . . .
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