It’s not the beach. It’s a lake of fire, if it’s there. That lake we heard about in

Harry and Grace had a carousel of marriage while it lasted. There were arguments galore and children by the score or so the neighbors thought

In my all-boys school sixty years ago there were two boys who were different. All four years they walked to classes together, books

Beneath the bowling-alley bar marquee the rain tonight hammers off the concrete.

When Bill goes home to the church of his youth he finds things are different. They don’t sing “Amazing Grace” the way they did when he was

You think you got problems? You probably do but would you trade with Phillip, a Vietnam vet who still thinks Agent Orange lurks in

She’s at a flower show miles away arranging roses in a vase very carefully.

After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she

When Bill was a lad his parents preached that Scripture was the truth. Decades later now Bill still believes that.

A poor man comes to the door after the storm last winter and asks if he can have something to eat if he shovels the walk. You say forget about the snow.

On their 50th anniversary Sammy gave Dolly a necklace and told his darling wife that if they lived long enough one of them would wake

It’s Ramadan and late one evening I walk by a mosque and hear little girls laughing on the sidewalk,

If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving