(2013)
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.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
YOU and are not us.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
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
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
