You’re glad when the holidays are over and everyone’s gone home and the ribbons and wrappings are balled up in the garbage.
The call comes in to the police station. It’s a small town and the voice at the library says “He’s at it again.”
Like the poor the sparrows we will always have with us, my neighbor lady tells me as she feeds the birds
Since kindergarten Darius and Cla… have ridden the same bus to school from the city to way out in the su… They’re the only black kids in 8th… Their schoolmates have welcomed th…
He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.
We hung suet out on the deck today hoping the wrens would come and stay the winter,
Christmas is now the Holidays. But Hanukkah is still Hanukkah and Ramadan is still Ramadan. Easter still has its name. The media needs more time
The hands on the atomic clock upstairs finally stopped spinning. As you know, my dear, the hands have been spinning for two weeks. This morning the clock stopped
Back in 1957 kissing Carol Ann behind the barn in the middle of a windswept field
When a writer lacks verbs and nouns he’s the victim of writer’s block. His mind may house
It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us
Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,
Jack’s a widower. His wife died years ago so every year he takes a plane and helps his mother decorate his childhood home for Christmas.
Universal salvation claims everyone goes to Heaven and no one goes Hell. Highly controversial. The auditorium was packed
Unable to sleep Bill watches preachers on TV after midnight. The preachers warn the Saved Satan is coming to get them. Bill wonders why preachers do this…