Haiku Twelve
Written by: technospiritualist
Long green blade of grass
A black beetle clings to it
Gentle wind drifts by
Simply put, I am a simple man. I have had 42 years of life on this planet, and I know now that the remainder of my years must be spent writing. Reared in rural Pennsylvania, my mind has ever drifted to vast, distant realms of imagination; of worlds that should or could be. So I write. and I truly hope you enjoy the stories!





