dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.

He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!