I flew out to see a high school friend. from many years ago. He was poor back then and I was better off.

I was out of control, spinning on the whirligig of youth, giddy to be caught in what Kerouac called “the whole mad swirl

The blind artist paints life as he wants it to be a tranquil sky a big sun smiling everyone laughing.

After Saturday tennis I came home took a nap and woke up dizzy had trouble walking. My balance was off so I went to bed and slept 20 hours

Carnage rolls across the sand amid the silence of imams Women raped,

We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf

You’re an old man in a nice suit and tie out with your wife at a fancy function with nice people

On their 50th anniversary Sammy gave Dolly a necklace and told his darling wife that if they lived long enough one of them would wake

A bright winter day and not a leaf left on this skeleton tree teeming with sparrows

Every day the same people at the same table at the rear of the cafeteria. The maiden, 35 at least, is gray at the temples,

Deep into a warm winter the Japanese red maple keeps her crown of brilliant leaves as if to prove to the evergreens especially that big blue spruce

Natural Family Planning has its ups and downs so to speak but it often works quite well. But when the calendar

They were refugees, too, back in the Forties, settled in Chicago, learned English, some a lot, some a little,

A friend in England rings me up and we talk about this and that. He asks if my president’s in touch with all that’s going on and I say he should be in touch, going to

Trumpelstiltskin is a fairy tale not written by the Brothers Grimm… It’s written every day by Fox and… America hears it every hour and half the nation loves it