Actually started as a mistake. The trials of living in Florida / California and experiencing a slowly dwindling environment through the years. A native son of two worlds that could only seek refuge of medicine through the written word. The quiet monsters of distractions embedded in a modern world. (they call it progress)
You could say I'm an industrial hippie thrown into this world. Influences of passionate native American roots taught the love of nature on one-side. The other-side filled with analytic reasoning to develop answers to a rapidly overdeveloped world. I have found my blanket being the last of the counter culture generation. Also finding out that my BEAT heroes Kerouac, Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, Burroughs, Carr, and Huncke helped us to find our voice in America are now once again called upon to find a BEAT world's voice.
The realization to all cultures that the wings of our voice will fly again to regain the love of our earth. Only then will we love one another.
