Like that broad in an apricot bra hanging over the sill of her tenement window, the sun is over me now, its nectar laughing and falling.
Her corded belt python tight around a tiny waist makes her blooms bigger brighter as they unfold
Wonder Woman they call Sylvia, who excels at raising money to put child abusers in prison. The money she raises allows attorneys to prosecute
If he were in high school they’d call him a bully and take him to the principal’s office for counseling.
Where will the lovely lady go on her diurnal walk? One child in 30 years she bore, now they do not talk. Supple, firm, her lithe legs are,
The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more
For years leprechauns lived under Pop’s fedora. They danced jigs on his head when he wore it and hid in his ears
July in the streets of Mexico City: One of the women one never would marry. One of the women one sees
Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers
The cur dog tethered to a stake across the road runs back and forth barking all day
A gray summer day the sun is on vacation sunflowers hang their heads Donal Mahoney
I will never forget him but I can’t remember his name it’s been so long ago. Maybe I never knew it. But I think of him on days
Herb remembers when he was young he’d go to the doctor and complain about aches and pains and sniffles… Now he’s up in years and still goes to the doctor but never
They are a certain way certain ladies are today no matter where they are summer, fall winter, spring even
After he died on a tree, he rose and told the twelve before he ascended he would return some day. The twelve told others and they