Puerto Rican girl thin, thin, let street lights pour bourbon on your hair, anise on your skin.

An odd bobcat my father was looked more like a Siamese asleep in his recliner

Universal salvation claims everyone goes to Heaven and no one goes Hell. Highly controversial. The auditorium was packed

Mrs. O’Malley from across the alley has another small job for my father to do which makes my mother

Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add

Around his navel this morning a halo, a red stipple Hopkins would love: “Glory be to God for dappled thin… It’s a gift from this woman

There’s always something. Like the growth you found under your arm showering this morning but you decided to go

It’s Ramadan and late one evening I walk by a mosque and hear little girls laughing on the sidewalk,

Paul was at the office when the first atomic bomb fell and when Muntz TVs replaced console radios and the first man landed on the mo… He saw the first big computers tru…

It’s climate change, the professor says, that’s causing all the hurricanes and floods, wildfires and tornadoes,

What we are not who we are matters to the world. Who we are not what we are

Some never hear of him and likely never will— pygmies in Africa, aborigines in Tasmania, the indigenous in South America.

Otis was once a monk who took no vows, was free to leave the abbey and eventually he did. I met him over chicken wings