Shrinking Monarchs
Blown on cooling winds your paper wings flutter in the breeze, a murmuration of autumn leaves stretched across the horizon. Stray gusts catch the chosen
Evolution
Tidal Evolution
Sailing by moonlight you wallow in the opulence of your oceanic abode. An illusion of permanence concealing the current that now bathes you in shameful
The Peppered Moth
Arising from our ashen pit of toil, As forge and mill did shape this unkempt land; The blackness of the trees from coal and oil,
Rough in Love
The African fruit fly is rough in love, The male uses his organ like a sword; Its rough edges will cut as it does shove
Does Evolution Have its Roots in Love?
Why do we place such emphasis on love, Should we just not go forth and multiply? Instead of that person sent from above, Could we