Connolly Ryan Poems, Day 5: “No One Tells the Rain”

Truth be told, rain is the only entity qualified to judge what should become of any entity, including itself, who breaks the law. On a lighter note, rain is responsible  for the existence of the hat. Boots too: because sans rains, no muds. I am reminded of the rain whenever it rains; and even  when it doesn’t, even then. It falls or drops in loops, … Continue reading Connolly Ryan Poems, Day 5: “No One Tells the Rain”

Connolly Ryan Poems, Day 1: “I Have a Weakness or Soft Spot For:”

I Have a Weakness or Soft Spot For: Sad ladies in Saturday leotards; drained lakes and the ducks who still drink from them; chocolate éclairs conquered on park benches by lonely young men in thrift-shop dress shirts; grassy inclines vibrant with trillium; city children on country field trips; foliage falling like a gaggle of gymnasts; little orange spiders who don’t care what death is; the … Continue reading Connolly Ryan Poems, Day 1: “I Have a Weakness or Soft Spot For:”