The fog is palpable. It drifts through me, And in me, And chills me to my core. It doesn’t feel real. I don’t feel human.

Does the dawn call so quickly? Morning like a flashlight through the red window, stuttering and shy If only I could draw myself from the cave of quiet silence into the world begging, begging me to join   (Hour 3)

Our hearts like wildfire This day so full of promise Now just beginning   (Hour 2)

Up in the sky where the clouds mix with soil Grows brambles of plumquat and shrouds of cosmonaut On hedges and homes in emeralds that never spoil As the chocolate scent of flowers dance and dip and plot In the dreams of the people that…

The pretty mimi Rose that grows adorable Sits on each desks Mind mindful scents anew The Palace Homestead estate She’s the caregiver They touches the floor Brings hearts to hearts Very, verily Public speeches Private VIPS lnvitations 365 days of Devotions They sits veil veneer…

Morning whiskers with paws thunder to the window. Outside, the world shakes itself awake. It’s hour of peeking sun and waking song birds, warm fur on the cheek and a purr in the chest.   (Hour 1)

yes, it can happen dance all together with god angels on pinheads   together in sin support group for survival we can win as one   living in silence evolves into days filled with poetry and song

If you need anything just ask. When should I ask? Not now. Not that. Only if you need what I think you need. But you know you can always ask.

—first line is the last line of Metazoa: Animal Life and the Birth of the Mind by Peter Godfrey-Smith We enter a garden on an official garden tour with the intent to steal ideas a sculpture garden: art at every turn with the added bonus…

All school subjects are dependent on language for learning and understanding.* When I heard this haiku for the first time, I was mesmerized. long before language the S of the river First of all, it was a monoku, which means rather than the normal three…