Henry Miller Library in Big Sur, California is one of those rare places that invites original expression with the fierce kindness of strikingly honest and beautiful and experimental art. It is a favorite haunt of mine. A thin place, somehow close to the source. This is why I’m delighted that whimperbang published this poem inspired by my time at the library. Check it out: http://whimperbang.com/issue-26/king-grossman/