If I knew I’d live forever I’d never send a poem out. No poem ever comes with ten fingers and ten toes so I’d keep revising, add

They moved in on Sunday, a bright and sunny day, the first black family on the bloc… They drove up in two U-Hauls and slowly carried furniture

Since kindergarten Darius and Cla… have ridden the same bus to school from the city to way out in the su… They’re the only black kids in 8th… Their schoolmates have welcomed th…

It tears the stomach out of Roy to see old folks shopping at an all-night grocery store ancient couples, on canes and walkers

My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6:30 Mass where few people would be and he wouldn’t have to deal with friends and neighbors. His contrib...

The beauty of gray I never noticed until the other day I saw this mockingbird, a quiet beauty in gray,

“One stall for all” is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn’t know what

In that backyard three small trash cans had their place next to each other against the house.

In the fourth grade too many moons ago a reassuring teacher looked over my shoulder and said not to worry about

Forget the fall equinox. Fall arrives when all the moths that dance on summer nights around the porch light disappear when the first cold dawn appears.

Bug no bigger than a comma scales the wall next to my recliner. He’s climbing

No red kettles and bells this December outside the stores at the mall in our suburbs this year. They irritate shoppers,

Sometimes a person can go too far, Mickey said, two stools over downing another beer,