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

Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.

Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

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

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.

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

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

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

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