When smoke freezes midair, it forges solid dreamsand surreal breaths.
a haiku
Orange stacked flapjacks,twisty-turns consider joy — lanterns profusion
Beauty marks the spotOn your skin like a tittle;You, and only you.
Thought I heard an owl…
I hooted back, but it was
We are differentBut support will go to allWe are still equal.
My mind is uniqueYou want me to think like you?Freedom to express
My story won’t go.I can feed other blog queuesBut my own won’t grow.
Days bleed together
Life blooms two weeks at a time
Green stacks, white rabbit