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

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

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

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

Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.

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

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

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

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!

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

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.

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