They weren’t talking at all, back… Deep in that house, conceiving the… they weren’t talking at all, back… And they’re not talking at all, ri… Still in that house, rearing their…
If you write with a quill, ballpoint pen or typewriter, you’re a lucky soul. But if you use a computer and write far better than
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
You have to have regulations in any industry, the hog farmer told the slaughter house CEO visiting his farm that day. Otherwise raising hogs
Alive just one week, the Luna moth plastered to my screen door under porch light is pale green and beautiful.
Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know
Old lady on a park bench hunkered down babushka and shawl snow and wind dancing everywhere
Third day on her honeymoon Sharon asks Butch what it’s like for a man before he gets married. A bricklayer by trade, and a man of few words,
Lightning bolts in childhood can scar the soul forever. They’re a satanic baptism when the minister’s your father, mother, brother, sister,
I lived in the attic back then, and late those evenings I had to s… and couldn’t afford to go drinking I’d run down to the deli and buy bagels and smoked lox.
This was the first Christmas Billy was old enough to speak when he saw his gifts under the sparkling tree. His parents were waiting
One has to be careful campaigning door-to-door. One doesn’t know who’s behind any door. Could be someone
There are poems everywhere but you have to find them, a teacher told my class long ago. I was a kid sitting at a desk, cowlicks sprouting from my scalp,
Old Sam in Room 322 at the nursing home asked the nurse to push his bed near the window because in October he likes to watch the l…
It was an ancient city. All the young people left as soon as they could but the old remained in their mortgaged huts