This dawnlight spills on grasslands wide and bare,While elephants move slow through morning haze,Mount Kenya stands in silent, stony praise—A god of stone, unmoved by human care.My thoughts, like dust, were drifting in the air,No compass fixed, no voice...

Slipping on a banana peel total disgrace  Southbound rocket is drifting out at sea Tragedy crawling across his wicked face Cruel intentions for those who disagree   Violent whispers in a radioactive breeze  Digital parasites corrupt a fragile mind Pigheaded fascist spreading his disease Day of the...

At the edge of the morning,they shimmer—stripes stitching and unstitching the plain,a restless river of black and white dreams. Each hoof prints a fleeting mapon the dust that forgetsand the wind that remembers. Ears tilt toward the unseen,eyes catch the flick...