When I was in grammar school I knew it was Wednesday when I looked out the window and saw across the street three trash cans at the curb
Some day soon Wall Street giants will walk on their hands never sit or sleep. They will eat
A boy, maybe 5, dancing in the candy aisle of a megastore at 6 a.m., a month before Hallowee… is overjoyed by the harvest on every shelf, his caramel skin
One, a nun, has her transfer in her hand. She’s silently praying. Another, a hooker, has her income in her purse.
Old Sam in Room 322 at the nursing home asked the nurse to push his bed near the window because in October he likes to watch the l…
The old man crossing the street has a bad limp we try to ignore. No one wants to look
An hour before dawn the paper is out on the lawn white in the moonlight a trumpet dozing after a long night in a jazz bar
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
I will no longer feed the birds on the front porch as I do daily autumn through winter when I go out at dawn to get the paper on the lawn and spread seed on
The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more
Three are known by name, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, but there are a zillion angels, pure spirits who have no wings like those we draw on Cherubim,
Great Dane out walking day after the funeral small widow next door Donal Mahoney
Young Tim goes to Zaire to write his dissertation in African Studies. While there he meets and marries a beautiful librarian
They got along fine lying down but sitting up or standing, well that was quite another thing. Talking made things worse. Lying down they found
In that backyard three small trash cans had their place next to each other against the house.