The soup kitchen opens an hour late. The rain finally stops and the hungry file in. They’ve had a long wait.
In the glow of the porch light one moth a final fandango nowhere to go
Someday you’ll be in bed dying like I am now and people you love and some you don’t will come by to say good-bye. They don’t know what to say because we’re all amat…
Harry and Grace had a carousel of marriage while it lasted. There were arguments galore and children by the score or so the neighbors thought
Ten years ago, when they were tykes just in their 70s, Melvin used to tell Emma eat your Wheaties
Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes
Alvin didn’t want to be anybody else. He didn’t want to be himself either. Money wasn’t a problem.
Simply because anchors have little to say means they’ll keep saying it till others believe. This is America.
You can’t vote for him and you can’t vote for her and you can’t vote for the others you’ve never heard of. The others may not be as odd
Day and night preachers hawk the Message of the Cross on television. Once a month they pause and beg for money for
Both of them had been to Korea. Both of them had made it back. One found a job
Despite the digital holocaust of computers and cell phones, Newberry Library remains the Vatican of books with the right sounds,
I told my guest it’s just a poem doesn’t mean a thing a salad tossed with colors bright
Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master
We’re twins. We’ve been together from the start. You’re the doctor. You know that.