(2013)
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
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
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She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
