In our tent we hear whippoorwills happy to see dawn dismiss the night Donal Mahoney
It was her birthday. She was only five the dawn we went out to look at roses in Grandma’s garden
On weekday mornings on a quiet corner three moms with small sons and daughters wait for a school bus
Maury’s wife frets about growing old withering up and sagging so it’s up to Maury
Twin sons in different cities decked out in new suits fly home for the holidays arrive at the airport
Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o’clock for 10 years. He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against her feet....
If the goal of business is to make a profit and it is—and if the goal of government is to take care of people
Jim Daley and Joe McCarthy had something in common. They died at 80 going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Walt O’Brien, their protege, found this out when he called the home...
Emma used to do real good in schoo… her mother tells her new teacher. It’s Parents Night at Ryland Ele… Mostly mothers in attendance. What’s the problem, her mother ask…
In a very crowded bar Fred decides he must tell this fellow something important so he whispers
Planned Parenthood surgeons deplored the murder of Cecil the Lion. They wonder how a
You were a little older than three the day your father taught you how to pee, standing up. Your father trumpeted your triumph and your mother laughed in the kit…
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.
Black lives matter in different ways to different people in the American rainbow especially bus companies
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