(2013)
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
YOU and are not us.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
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
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
