(2013)
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
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a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
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
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
