He wasn’t Richard the Lion Heart Who courageously battled the crusades And came scot-free – unwounded He was just a fragile cherry to be plucked Nor was he like Richard Dawkins A God-hater who hides beneath Darwin’s beard and the convenience of science – No fear of God kept him behind closed zippers Only the…


The flow and ebb of a nib That narrates the beauty of tender love And spills a rivulet of ink  In the script of procreation To transcribe a semi-autobiography Chronicling an anthology of genes