For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
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
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
YOU and are not us.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
