I take my wife to dinner at a fancy place for us to talk about money because stocks have a virus and we should move

There are poems everywhere but you have to find them, a teacher told my class long ago. I was a kid sitting at a desk, cowlicks sprouting from my scalp,

Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,

Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow in February and says six more weeks of winter. That same day the first moth of spring lands on my storm door

Bill’s been seeing a therapist for years trying to get his life on track but all he talks about is his many regrets in a life

Sending out an address change to a friend I haven’t seen in 50 years, I say my wife and I are moving someplace new next month

He’s Brad and he’s captain of the football team. He’s been chosen prom king and has a scholarship to college. Everything’s going well for him

If he were perfect he wouldn’t be Dan the Handyman, laying tile in crooked rows,

Linda’s on TV this morning being interviewed by someone who specializes in interviewing unusual people. Linda’s a smart woman but

Virgil comes to group therapy every week in his pick-up truck with his dog, Buster, standing in the bed of the truck. The sessions are held for veterans of Korea and Vietnam. Quite a fe...

Early evening traffic’s rather heavy. Autos armadillo home along the Outer Drive as out of mouths of buildings

He publishes poems by writers who find no publishers elsewhere. They suffer rejection and he gives them hope.

We’re all salmon swimming upstream until the job’s done. Some of us know it and some of us don’t.

A long time ago you bothered him somehow. Since then he has bothered you back. You don’t know how or