a haiku
When Bernie wakes at 6 a.m. there’s a piano on his chest and Erroll Garner’s playing “Mist… Sinatra’s on the headboard improvising lyrics
Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add
It’s a 50th anniversary dinner for Bernie and Blanche at the Elk… After dessert Blanche grabs the m… and primes the crowd by announcing… “Fifty year’s we’ve been married
On holidays I hear from Paul, who’s 80 if a day, who may have won his war on poverty without help from his friends. He won’t accept a cent.
Spread 'Em for Anyone Edna had always had trouble with men. It started in high school when Ed… big for her age, hosted the soccer… one by one, provided they won.
It’s climate change, the professor says, that’s causing all the hurricanes and floods, wildfires and tornadoes,
It’s many miles from easy to the e… For some, the end is dawn. For ot… the nightfall of imbroglio because the end depends upon your ticket and every ticket’s punched one-way…
On weekday mornings on a quiet corner three moms with small sons and daughters wait for a school bus
Where will the lovely lady go on her diurnal walk? One child in 30 years she bore, now they do not talk. Supple, firm, her lithe legs are,
You love your grandson, this blue bundle in your arms. There’s no doubt about that. He has peaches for cheeks and the sky’s in his eyes
Should she write about the wonders of nature and say it’s okay to lie on the beach forever without any sunscreen
I was out of control, spinning on the whirligig of youth, giddy to be caught in what Kerouac called “the whole mad swirl
This senior citizen whose face is Rushmore still squats with pigeons on the steps of the Rogers Park Masonic Templ… She wears a shawl this snowy day
Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple
How many times have I said I’m through teasing myself, through pretending I don’t enjoy the wreath of a woman
