Love Letters

When

Raindrop.
Then two, ten, great sheets of rain.
Glide through traffic; wipers whisper dud thunk, dud thunk.
We round the corner.
We are home now…

Home

Come, come dream with me.
Horses,
Not colts, but horses that have watched seasons pass.
No whips, all of us, all of us have had more than enough…

Poetry- you won’t follow me

a short talk over why poets remain alone to live through those pages…

River

You flow through me,

waking me to the sound of your life-giving melody

Yes, “I love you”

Some words From the core of my heart for my better half

Grace

I have heard they choose the lowly men for this job and so it is I your blasted heat blown in…

Humorous Short Story

A Love Letter Gone Terribly Wrong

Caution- Pick your words…

Moon Dreams

For the lover
that never was
but could have been

Presence

Love 
is presence 
in the absence
of physical 
togetherness.
There is 
no measurement
for it.

The Blue and You

Every drop of rain
is sacred
because any drop of rain
could make a home 
sliding down the soft swell 
of your skin.