Green ©2018 Vernon Miles Kerr I am Vernon Vernon was "green" in Latin. My thumb is green, My mind is green, My spirit is green, From the forest duff on a trail through this grove of giants I stand in reverence Contemplating the rough, expansive, red-brown foot of
This poem laments our connection with DNA that seems to inevitably revert to the "corruptness" posed by such 19th Century thinkers as Rousseau and Thomas Hobbes. But in "The Dawn of Everything" by Graeber and Wengrow we see that Rousseau, Hobbes and others posed these negative
T H E R E W A S E V E R B L O O D (c) 2022 VernonMilesKerr.com When was there never blood? There was ever blood. From the moment of birth, We are slathered in Mother’s Blood. From the dawn of our carnivority We drew
I guess the first thought of anyone who has been given a diagnosis of terminal Cancer is "I've gotta get right with God." When I received that diagnosis in August of 2022, those were my thoughts. For those of you who know me best and for