(2014)
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
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.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
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
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
