Poems written from life brushing my cheek or kicking me in the groin–but mostly birthed singing screamingly from the beauty of nature.
To The Greening Generation, who have inherited our graying world to whom we leave the enormous challenge of returning nature to its primal blush of green in the face of swelling corporations and civilizations rushing forward at a lethal pace. Somehow they, and we, must help …
Anger burns in this throat: they piss their poisons and flush their factories in our drinking water. An oath. A movement. Sex. Action. Danger. The Second American Revolution begins…