To all who need a living wage.
(2014)
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
YOU and are not us.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
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.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.