After services on Sunday the old Marlboro man puts his Bible under his arm and talks to his pastor through a hole in his neck.

Through the nursery glass Carlos Montero peeks at Consuela, his twelfth, in the arms of a nurs… Pink as a peony with brilliant black hair,

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...

In a long marriage couples communicate in so many ways, often in silence. In recent years I rise very early and now leave post-it notes

In the woods soft snow falls on the first day of spring. Two daffodils laugh. Donal Mahoney

He doesn’t understand distressed j… Designer jeans with rents and tear… look like the rags he grew up in wearing other people’s discards. His mother got his jeans from a ch…

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

Let me be a star and shine in places darkness dwells or let me be a bell and ring in places

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

Maury’s wife frets about growing old withering up and sagging so it’s up to Maury

For some nervous wrecks a pill or two might help. For others

What if your parents had never met had never married had never yelled at each other

She could sing, dance, and act but picking a man was a problem. She didn’t complain or explain just worked hard for the money, an Unsinkable Molly Brown.

A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,

One by one young nurses crisp in their white caps bring the old folks out crumpled in their wheelchairs from this towering building