(2013)
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
YOU and are not us.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
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