"There is grandeur in this view of life…", wrote Charles Darwin in the last paragraph of The Origin of Species. This is a short poem to celebrate the man and the brilliant confirmations of his theory, as well as the deeply transcendental beauty of it.

Profits made out of sickness and death, pleasure out of the infliction of pain, lies instead of truth, driven by the dark side!

A poem for the many critters we pass by each day, who have "decorated" our roadsides.

Poem, written 5-6-08, concerning the main points and ironies that have appeared over the evolution conflict.

This covers God and Evolution as opposed to God vs Evolution. I will examine theories to the origin of life and coincide them with the belief in God.

Why do they always look like me like I’m the one who’s crazy?

It’s time to thin out the human herd.

A very potted history of Natural Selection.