gumdrops fall, like rain bouncing off my umbrella singing acapella cotton candy threads fly by almonds glide and hop will they never stop red and black liquorice strands dance around the square like Rogers and Astaire that sure was some dream think i better stay…

New York City Aren’t you just the most glamorous thing? Decked out in towering skyscrapers? Lapped at the edges by water? Every inch is something: Buildings, people, specks of green respite. You sleep. Only in certain areas Times Square. Awful, just awful. The signs illuminate…

Though I may look meek and small, I am, in fact, the fiercest of them all.   Since the gene that makes me tiny, Also makes me hostile and whiny.

We were 16 pattering across the long high bridge over the Aare River in Berne It rained and I dared to offer Diane from Illinois half of my umbrella Bumbershoot we called it don’t know why we’d heard that somewhere and it was a romantic…

The grass is greener! They didn’t lie, A greener green I have never seen All laid out right in front of me My feet are yearning to be free So plush my toes can smell the earth Beneath every step I take I see the…

“Echo Husband”   when we were young your love was so loud the older we got how it faded away though still together after all of these years whispers of your heart i can hardly hear

Hail, the Conquering Heroes Spring’s monsoon rains and sudden hails chase away the faint of heart hipsters and wanna-be nature babies, leaving campus paths through dripping trees clear for we academic adventurous few. Share my umbrella, equally miserable beneath broken ribs.

Hour Twenty One             Parapluie             Mary Pecaut Parapluie No matter if it rains No matter if it shines If you’ve got an umbrella You will be just fine.  

The notorious Tapestry Killers, now known to be emanant psychologist Valkyrie Kerry and escaped convict Dyer-Bolique have been found dead at their secret get away home. The scene that met authorities was probably the most shocking of their lives. It is understood that the lovers…

  Words of Mass Destruction   Marching into battle, armed with pen and paper, my words are my weapons. Prepare to die!   **** A cinquain consists of five lines with the syllabic count of 2/4/6/8/2.****