(2014)
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
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!
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
