(2013)
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
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
