The Wind

fierce wind blowingwidely splittinghigh white blue skyever opening enter all into the circlesit upon the tiles of treesgather quietsilence round uscalmly breathinghoping peace fierce wind blowingrushing wildlydown snow mountainsblasting free […]

Read More…

A Poem

The reptile‚Äôs top priorities are fewFull tummy, sunny rock, and babies newIts consciousness is narrow as its tailSurvival pure and simple will prevailOur human brain includes the serpent styleOur lowest […]

Read More…