Let me be a star and shine in places darkness dwells or let me be a bell and ring in places
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
I was very small the day they bombed Pearl Harbor but I remember my mother dashing around the kitchen saying nothing to me
Alive just one week, the Luna moth plastered to my screen door under porch light is pale green and beautiful.
Bill’s a conservative upset that Meals on Wheels and Medicaid face possible cuts in America’s budget. He yells to colleagues
Miss Goody Two-Shoes’ sweaters aren’t too tight, skirts aren’t too straight and heels aren’t too high. She’s a swan gliding
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,
Despite the digital holocaust of computers and cell phones, Newberry Library remains the Vatican of books with the right sounds,
The stench came first, the young man remembers. It was as if someone had grabbed him by the ankles, turned him upside down
In my all-boys school sixty years ago there were two boys who were different. All four years they walked to classes together, books
I no longer put things back where they belong. I can’t remember where they came from never mind where
Someone you respect does something that sticks in your craw like a fish bone dining in a crab shack. You try to cough it up
Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master
I learned a murmuration is a flock of starlings whirling and turning in the sky, changing directions in a second, flying back again, blackening
Jesus, can we talk? Some folks say you’re coming back any day now but many of them have been saying that for years. They say it could happen tomorrow, or maybe next week, and they’ve al...