03 March
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
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
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
YOU and are not us.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
