I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories

Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

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.

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book