Through the nursery glass Carlos Montero peeks at Consuela, his twelfth, in the arms of a nurs… Pink as a peony with brilliant black hair,

It’s Monday not Sunday and the frail lady in black is the only person in the pews. She walked in with

I don’t see her often since she died but when I do it’s eerie over there at dawn or dusk.

I am sorry to hear the news. I lost it when I heard about hers and now to hear about yours. I’m livid at times, peaceful rarel… If you prefer, I won’t forward em…

Fred visits Bill every month at the facility he’s been in for year… Age and booze brought Bill there. He’s still strapped to his bed so he can’t go wandering again

Dylann Roof defended himself in the sentencing phase of his tri… after he was convicted of killing nine people during a Bible study, the nine people who welcomed him

The older I get the more beautiful they are without exception Donal Mahoney

Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.

Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes

Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,

Decades ago a small college out in the boondocks put Ambrose, a freshman, on a Greyhound Bus to attend a student convention in New York.

On the road all week finally it’s Friday and he’s almost home so he calls his wife and says it will be

After Yeats and Heaney, you wonder when the new one will come galloping out of Dublin or perhaps from yet another farm

It’s not the same as seeing the po… in Bangladesh on PBS and hearing Gwen or Judy tell us about them b… the poor in Bangladesh scream in s… brown and gaunt and hollow-eyed.