A reluctant carbon-based life-form, Herrmann was surprised to find himself on a farm in Kansas. He’s still trying to make sense of that, but has grown fond of grass waving under wind, trees and the enchantment of moonlight. He aspires to be a hermit, but would miss his children, grandchildren and a few friends. His work has been published in print and online, even some of both in languages he can’t read (English is difficult enough!). These include a sci fi novel, nine collections of poetry, a local history, stories for children, a book on fasting, plus other works. He has carried baby kittens in his mouth, pet snakes, and has conversations with owls, but is careful not to anger them! All this, and degrees in education and history, despite a traumatic, abusive childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD (both unknown at the time), cyclothymia, an anxiety disorder and, now, PTSD.