©27 August 2013
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
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
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
