(2014)
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
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.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes
