Over Another Rainbow. . Every wind may blossom sails curved into collectors of raw distance between home and far endpoints in parallel existence run-times. And this run-time had landscapes, seascapes, rolling clouds and witches at opposite compass points, each possessing impressive and interpretive graffiti signatures. Heading west, away from religion, there were televisions showing crashed…

Morning Haiku – 10

Blue stings my fat eyes to Summer blandness in France and a Finch flies forth.