For all those workers who are not respected.
(2014)
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
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.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
