Love comes down to choices Much like the choice of being in the rain. Rain – can seem soothing or threatening.  It’s always important, a force to be acknowledged. When it comes you never know how intense it will be, no matter what you’ve heard,…

Poem SIX has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 27 August 2016.

  CLOUDS IN JUNE   a funny dark cloud followed little June down her street one day, as if to say, “I’d like to make good use of your time.”   Naturally she scurried away, closed the door of wood behind her, only to hear…

rain drops falling onto the glass sliding downards slowly and fast catching up with the others forming patterns and lines a race to reach the bottom of the window and still you say there is nothing to watch

Green plastic lawn chairs on an iron-railed black-rolled roof converted to a balcony, green tennis courts diagrammed with white, chain-link fences radiating heat, concrete columns and lush, tenuous vines, two stone lions in repose, diagonally woven brick sidewalks brimming with tough green and I pay respects to sudden…

The first drop is always the most courageous. Leaping from the hands of God, a place of perfection, Falling faster and faster, with the speed of no direction. Lack of malice, holding no contention, sweetly, softly, landing peacefully kissing my forehead, caressing away my tension….