(2013)
13 March
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
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.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
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.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
YOU and are not us.
