If reason had a mother, like nature, like the creatures of this blessed earth, then these poems would be the birth of reason. And not unlike our mother, they intuit from the basic bullet points in our humanity. They embrace the insanity of hormones. Those charging particles which sometimes rage war on logic. In the same breath, these poems love unconditionally…well, I mean…so long as the condition is contained within a subset of parameters.
Here, check’m out: