Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master
It’s war plain and simple when I fill the feeder out in the sycamore with millet and niger
This was the first Christmas Billy was old enough to speak when he saw his gifts under the sparkling tree. His parents were waiting
Although we’ll never again be body to body or mind to mind, you and the place and the years are alive every night in the lette… I’ve stored in my room.
It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us
Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers
The doctor tells Phil and his wif… he’s in pretty good health for a m… his age but he needs to exercise. And Phil says he agrees and then goes on to explain
Homer’s a chair arranger who works in meeting rooms on 30 floors in a building tall as Trump Tower. At least it looks that tall to him
She was just an old lady who lived next door. I’d wave and smile and give a nice hello but nothing more.
It’s climate change, the professor says, that’s causing all the hurricanes and floods, wildfires and tornadoes,
There never was anyone like Ali between the ropes or facing the public. In the ring and out
Some things you can’t undo. A remark, perhaps, you can retract or try to with an explanation. But a certain look can burn forever in the mind
Spider in the sink this early autumn morning swirls in a whirlpool Donal Mahoney
Some things can’t be fixed any other way says Bill in his bedroom on the third floor hoping to get some sleep
A lovely neighborhood this Sunday afternoon is rocked again by random gunshots. The shots make Bertha wonder, as she sips tea in her old rocker,