On the table by the window balanced on its spine this leaflet butterfly open and still as a
Noon meal at the nursing home and everyone is there chowing down and talking. Before dessert is served there’s an announcement to be made
He wants to be fair to both sides because there’s an election coming soon so he tells his side every day
A little boy from the city down on the farm for a day wanders away to look at the sheep and finds a bull
You thought you knew her. She thought she knew you. Neither was true but this happens at times at Happy Hour on Fridays
I started reading the paper early in grammar school to find the sports scores. It was fun for a child hoping to play
Dad, happy to see you’re taking a nap. I’m down at the pier so give me a shout when you wake up
Does he remember? Jenny, how could he forget? Thirty years ago you roared into his office and raged about your cousin’s
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.
In the fourth grade too many moons ago a reassuring teacher looked over my shoulder and said not to worry about
We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf
A few years ago Herb Adams, a plumber by trade, went with his wife, Ellie, to her flower show where many ladies and a few men displayed their skill arranging flowers they had grown in t...
I lived in the attic back then, and late those evenings I had to s… and couldn’t afford to go drinking I’d run down to the deli and buy bagels and smoked lox.
They’re widows, old and gray, bent over a quilting frame, sewing to meet a deadline for the next raffle
There are poems everywhere but you have to find them, a teacher told my class long ago. I was a kid sitting at a desk, cowlicks sprouting from my scalp,