Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!

I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.