On the Lookout ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Hear the echo of the river’s voice reflected within the heron’s vision. Listen to the muttering gossip and discord of ducks, gripes of geese. Strain the strain, squeaky serenade of smaller lives under the grasses. All these and more circumnavigate the globe in an amalgam of breath; […]

~~~~~ Am I listening to the nightingale, the quail, the cuckoo or the lark? Might I hear the chattering brook full of little and much to convey? Do I see the bunnies and the deer, the puma, bobcat or coyote; if only. Recognize the knowledge their lives as predators are as essential as the prey. […]

Duplicity Times Two ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Too cowardly to accept reality. Except, reality’s truth stays real even when it’s forced into hiding by men, boys, bragging bullies. Acceptance is born into babies. All children must be taught hate. Terrified thugs snarl, jack-booted, burdened with the weapons of war, have crawled from beneath rocks, […]