When I was eight I jumped off a roof as if I had a parachute and broke a leg. He was there when I landed,
A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.
My parents were far from preachy. They went to church separately and I went to the children’s service
The cur dog tethered to a stake across the road runs back and forth barking all day
Inseparable they are, landing one after another on the ground under the bird feeder two mourning doves
Some say when daffodils shoot up Spring is here. It’s safe to put away your boots and shovels.
In the glow of the porch light one moth a final fandango nowhere to go
Day and night preachers hawk the Message of the Cross on television. Once a month they pause and beg for money for
Despite the digital holocaust of computers and cell phones, Newberry Library remains the Vatican of books with the right sounds,
This brilliant winter morning find… waves of snow on every lawn and red graffiti dripping from the walls of Temple Mizpah
Newlyweds cuddle on a bench in their garden. A hummingbird pauses then enters a lily. They make love in public.
Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway
Harley turned 70 the other day and died riding his motorcycle through a pink dawn,
When bread is this good a morsel will suffice and when wine
A tractor trailer with slats and m… pulls up at a city slaughterhouse. The driver pulls the wrong lever and two thousand pounds of trotting cattle go for an easy
