(2014)
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
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
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book