We’re troubled by the very rich we see only on TV and worry about the poor who sleep at night in doorways and in parks, the trul… with little more than the clothes…
Joe went to the mall yesterday and found a big tent pitched at the head of the drive. Someone selling fireworks. The sign said discounts
You can learn a lot, both true and false, in a dingy all-night diner where old men gather at a table in back
Deep in the city where the poor wait for the Second Coming suicide is uncommon. No one leaps off skyscrapers
He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.
They’ve been here for years two blue jays who live in our yard year round. In winter they’re silent at the feeder but screeching
It’s an old clock hanging on a wall in a small room on the third floor. We go up there
When the president speaks from the podium and mentions the 20 children shot to death at Sandy Hook by a lunatic with a rifle,
For years Willie has saved his mo… investing it in stocks and bonds, waiting to sit in his recliner each quarter with a martini reviewing his profits.
For some nervous wrecks a pill or two might help. For others
In St. Louis young blacks carry guns like cell phones and use them often to shoot each other, as we read in the daily paper
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
When a man’s young, this work is hard but it pays well and he can feed the wife and kids.
You take care now, Harold, and don’t slip on the ice looking for a good bookstore on the streets of Chicago. Print is dead, Harold,
Tornadoes in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, t… churned every hour Dad was home. He never worked and with good reason.