03 March
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
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
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
