03 March
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction