Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

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

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

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

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

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

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves