haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories

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

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

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

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

Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.

Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

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

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

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.

a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet