Because he works in an office and… and because she who tans anyway ha… returned from a week at the Beach, the commuters are certain she’s no… yet they rustle in their seats.

She was about the doing not about applause canning tomatoes in summer baking pies in fall quilting winter away

We’re upset when vandals desecrate a cemetery and disrespect the dead not so much when doctors vandalize the womb

Some say none. Others say one. Some say three in one and then say one of the three

As autumn turns colder there’s only one moth fluttering at midnight around the porch light. He’s the last of the flock

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

Do you remember how to tie a Windsor knot the way your father taught you on graduation day in eighth grade

“Screw the Vernal Equinox” is all Cootie Kelly ever says sitting triumphant with his foaming glass of Guinness on the last stool at Maggie’s

The problem doesn’t lie in not knowing. It lies in our not seeking him because when we die we meet him and we’re blinded by

When the dogwoods bloom pink and white blossoms create canopies of joy. Donal Mahoney

Midnight in San Francisco. Yoshiko is 93 and she can’t sleep so she sits in her recliner and nibbles on a rice cake,

Granny watches nature in the city from her window after the nurse takes her tray away. She likes to watch the bird feeder grandson Ahmad hung for cardinals,

So this Mick on the next stool, who’s as serious as Yeats but looks like Wilde, stares at me, with eyes crossed,