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

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

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

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

here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

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

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

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.

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

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

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!