a haiku
A corner sentinel for 40 years, Charlie’s Diner is the only landmark in a neighborhood of blue-collar people who love their burgers thick
It’s just a flophouse but it’s all he can afford and now it’s come to this. If he buys food he can’t pay the rent
Three are known by name, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, but there are a zillion angels, pure spirits who have no wings like those we draw on Cherubim,
Midnight in San Francisco. Yoshiko is 93 and she can’t sleep so she sits in her recliner and nibbles on a rice cake,
Time’s a jet plane when you’re young. You go to school get a good job marry someone nice
Melanie was waiting for the light… at 12th and Broadway when a large… a big truck and 10 gallon hat roar… right beside her. His truck cab lo… above her old Buick. His stereo b…
Early evening traffic’s rather heavy. Autos armadillo home along the Outer Drive as out of mouths of buildings
I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome.
Someone smart told me yesterday you never really know the meaning of a word until
Tim’s mother told him that in 1926 she was a teen in Ireland who hid on a ship sailing to America. She had no papers when she ran awa… from her parents’ thatched-roof hu…
The mug of tea I drank at dawn, the tea that drove me to the train needs a refill.
The uncommon is common in America today. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, Seinfeld
Tonight I can’t sleep so I ponder the universe and all the planets around me swirling in syncopation with me on one of them
Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,
The alarm clock screams at 5 a.m. and I get up to attend a funeral 50 miles away, a long drive back to a corner of Chicago once rife with corned beef and cabbage but
