I don’t know if I’ll vote for president this year, something I’ve always done since 1960 when I turned old
When a writer lacks verbs and nouns he’s the victim of writer’s block. His mind may house
The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year
You find old poems in the attic in a box with the Remington Rand you wrote them on in the Sixties before computers were born. They were published then in little
A reporter asked Wilbur once if there were any advantages to being deaf and Wilbur used sign language to say not that he could think of
Faye gives Fred next door her sister’s number to call in case Faye dies. Faye’s 94 and feels okay. Her sister’s 90 and Fred’s
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
There are good souls who say poverty need not always be with us who say there’s a way to make it disappear
If I knew I’d live forever I’d never send a poem out. No poem ever comes with ten fingers and ten toes so I’d keep revising, add
Jesus, can we talk? Some folks say you’re coming back any day now but many of them have been saying that for years. They say it could happen tomorrow, or maybe next week, and they’ve al...
Someone has to cut the grass Molly tells Bill dozing off in his recliner too weary to cut it. For years a vet from Vietnam
Ruth’s at an age where she’s happy to sit in the sun under a patio umbrella and watch a line of ants
She’s not young, his wife. They’ve been together 40 years but when she gardens in her shorts and he’s lying in his hammock she’… a lovely sight to see so when she
A tragedy happened to Willie and Millie after years of marriage… All their kids were doing well and had nice families of their own but tragedy struck one dawn before
The stench came first, the young man remembers. It was as if someone had grabbed him by the ankles, turned him upside down