The human race, with full knowledge of the mechanics of the evolutionary process, is barreling headlong to where you might expect the indulgence of everything carnal to take us. A…Continue readingDon’t Turn into a Mutant.
Hands by William Lee Show me what is written by bleeding hands not bleeding hearts. Hands used. Hands callused. Hands strained. Hands that make hay. Hands that pray. These hands…Continue readingPoem: “Hands”