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

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

Perhaps there should be a hard rock band called myasthenia gravis. A rare disease for which there is no cure, MG doesn’t kill anyone right away but unmanaged it’s hard to live with. In ...

Christmas lights ring the house and carols play. Todd decorates his grand Victorian

She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place

twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job

The tale’s a parable and it scares Bill more than any creepy clown hiding behind a tree

Every day the same people at the same table at the rear of the cafeteria. The maiden, 35 at least, is gray at the temples,

He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, ...

Fred jerks back in his recliner as his wife puts him on the spot and asks his opinion about a dress she bought on sale at a fancy place for a great price…

Fred prefers a mouse connected by a wire to his keyboard. Walt prefers a mouse that’s portable, able

He slaughters his hamburger steak with a fork and a butter knife, massacres ringlets of onions again and again thumps catsup all over

Black lives matter in different ways to different people in the American rainbow especially bus companies

She lives by a lake. After a heavy snow she looks out the window and sees black swans in a long, straight line