(2014)
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
YOU and are not us.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
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
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
