Ode to the Animal Within(in the style of Walt Whitman)Not really—no, not really—My needs are your needs, O brother, O sister, O kindred of the earth,Eating, sleeping, spreading seeds—Simple, unadorned, as the fox in the hedgerow, the sparrow in...

  Not really.   My needs are your needs.   Eating,sleeping,spreading seeds.   It's that simple for other creatures.   Not humans.   We've turned our search for food into something more than the need to fuel our bodies.   We've turned sleeping into the search for a more salubrious environment to...

the dark stirs and I with itrising to caress midnight and it's sorrowthere is no need to worry in the depths I am keptsilent to the nighta perfectly imperfect beingswaying to the pulse of my madnessmy tongue singing a...

PrefaceLady from Hell.Many years ago, as a child, I nearly escaped the jaws of hell. A hell that came veiled as an elder with a gentle face and soft, raspy voice. I remember her to this day as the...