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. His work has been published in print and online, even some of both in languages he can’t read. These include a sci fi novel, eight collections of poetry, a local history, some stories for children and a few other things. He is known to carry baby kittens in his mouth, pet snakes, and has conversations with owls, but is careful not to anger them! All this, despite a traumatic, abusive childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD (both unknown then), cyclothymia, an anxiety disorder, situational mutism and, now, PTSD.