(2014)
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.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
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
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
