Fred visits Bill every month at the facility he’s been in for year… Age and booze brought Bill there. He’s still strapped to his bed so he can’t go wandering again
He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.
There are Merry-Go-Rounds on Main Street all over America. They hide in storefronts offering payday loans to people who can’t borrow money anywhere else.
I told my wife the other night when she came back to bed my feet were cold so now’s the time for me to tell her not to bury me or burn me
Every day the same play. The moment I rise, the first act begins, the same plot
This morning Len sections his bre… with the knife he bought in Paris… on his honeymoon. He bought it fro… at a street market selling every k… beautiful creations he said he mad…
After Saturday tennis I came home took a nap and woke up dizzy had trouble walking. My balance was off so I went to bed and slept 20 hours
The tale’s a parable and it scares Bill more than any creepy clown hiding behind a tree
I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city
The old poet has agreed to read his poems in Hanley Hall if a student will push his wheelchair on stage. Agreed. And students must agree not to ask
When you have an hour to live what matters then is Christ in a pyx in the vest pocket
My boss has a problem with God or rather a problem with me because I believe in God and he doesn’t. Or so we discover
You can learn a lot, both true and false, in a dingy all-night diner where old men gather at a table in back
how does one handle nude on the beach extremities starfished almost asleep how does one handle
In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a group called the Black and Tans. One day he and seven o...
