A saying I created about understanding the heart of the wolf.

The romanticized first hand perspective of a wilderness hunt.

Highly experimental haikus. Spaced out poetry for the curious mind.

This poem is about an Easter I used to have when I was young.

Introduction to Artick, a friend in the world.

A wolf-centric view of the hunt…begs the question of what lengths we go to satisfy our various hungers.

Written on 4.27.1993

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Bad things come in twos, three’s, and hell sometimes hundreds or just one as was the case some days ago. The thing about me is I Am LEGION, with all the voices, the evils on top of evils, and my wants and desires but in the end I am only me. “Beastly Hunger” I suppose I wanted to let the demons come out and play and for once I wouldn’t be alone or outnumbered… these got out the door.

It’s so warm.

Our “To-Do” List.

The hunt and the hunted.