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,
A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.
A notice appeared in the paper recently with the names and faces of eight men who have a combined wealth of $426 billion. According to Oxfam International, in 2015 this would have equal...
Third day on her honeymoon Sharon asks Butch what it’s like for a man before he gets married. A bricklayer by trade, and a man of few words,
Bella takes two big pills every morning followed by one each of another three.
Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know
Widow in a rocker pets her calico cat long strokes slowly. With the cat purring and the widow humming
There never was anyone like Ali between the ropes or facing the public. In the ring and out
We’re troubled by the very rich we see only on TV and worry about the poor who sleep at night in doorways and in parks, the trul… with little more than the clothes…
If I hadn’t died, I’d still be bouncing along in that Greyhound bus through the mountains swigging a Coke.
Better take his wife to lunch after what he said yesterday. A slip of the tongue. But where to take her? The Chinese buffet?
Some things can’t be fixed any other way says Bill in his bedroom on the third floor hoping to get some sleep
Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes
Joe went to the mall yesterday and found a big tent pitched at the head of the drive. Someone selling fireworks. The sign said discounts
Pastor Homer is a jealous man and Opal gives him fits through 40 years of marriage dancing, laughing kissing other men
