Do I write in the third person or only in the first? Do my ideas reign supreme or do other ideas work as well? Do I know I’m always right
Next to me on the train going home to the suburbs is another guy stuck in a suit reading his paper, a normal-looking guy
The old poet has agreed to read his poems in Hanley Hall if a student will push his wheelchair on stage. Agreed. And students must agree not to ask
Outside, the still of crickets. Inside, petals of a cold sore foliate,
The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars
I look in the mirror and I’m not… Where did I go? I don’t know so I look around and see my wife with the dogs and kids. Not one of them sees me.
On their 50th anniversary Sammy gave Dolly a necklace and told his darling wife that if they lived long enough one of them would wake
He often got bored with her hobby… but this weekend he looks forward… hours of cooking shows on televisi… while he talks with her about her… He finally accepts that she is dyi…
Strapped to his bed in the nursing home, he tells every nurse who comes in and tightens his straps
An hour before dawn the paper is out on the lawn white in the moonlight a trumpet dozing after a long night in a jazz bar
On the table by the window balanced on its spine this leaflet butterfly open and still as a
An incident in youth never meant to happen recorded on a pad to be read another time
This Monarch butterfly dances from petal to petal red, yellow and orange sits for a while on each and then
All that hair trapped in a braid silver to the waist Opal this morning nude in the mirror
We hung suet out on the deck today hoping the wrens would come and stay the winter,
