“One stall for all” is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn’t know what

The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year

The beauty of gray I never noticed until the other day I saw this mockingbird, a quiet beauty in gray,

If I owned a magazine I’d publish folks who agree with me as long as they remained abstract,

A good reason to get married, Tim told me before he died, is you need a driver to take you home from a colonoscopy. When cancer runs in the family

Dither of blue jays bickering at the feeder. Doves eat well below Donal Mahoney

I came back to You late and still don’t understand why the Father asked You to die for me and everyone else. I learned the Ten Commandments

Puerto Rican girl thin, thin, let street lights pour bourbon on your hair, anise on your skin.

I’ll have to ask some preacher what if he comes when it’s inconvenient when I’m bowling or lifting a stein of lager

Used to be she’d tell him what to get at the grocery store and he always brought it back. Now she makes a list.

In a storefront laundry on North Clark Street brown draperies release this quiet man who has my shirts.

It’s a very busy drug store with seats along the wall where folks who wait for refills sit and sometimes chat but as I discover you can

This time Wilma is ready for the bastards jimmying her front door, coming back for more. The first time she was asleep,