(2013)
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
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
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
