What is the sound I hear on the wind? It´s the song bird, Finding fruit fallen, ripened & skinned.   What is the laughter I hear in the sun? It´s the song bird, Happily free & gay, singing just… Read More ›

Oh yes, I understand now why the crime for reading was so harsh for there is danger in comprehension it brings questions and validation . . . and death to quack interpretations and life to wanting more than someone’s place… Read More ›