Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...

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.

Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

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

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

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

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