Herb’s a middle-age son with a big family and lots of pressure. Too busy to care for Mom and Pop so he drives to Shady Lane to see if he thinks they might like the p…

The blind artist paints life as he wants it to be a tranquil sky a big sun smiling everyone laughing.

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

Unable to sleep Bill watches preachers on TV after midnight. The preachers warn the Saved Satan is coming to get them. Bill wonders why preachers do this…

I will no longer feed the birds on the front porch as I do daily autumn through winter when I go out at dawn to get the paper on the lawn and spread seed on

An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble

Willie in his 80s now hadn’t made sense in years. His wife understood his grunts from the recliner where she propped him up

I will never forget him but I can’t remember his name it’s been so long ago. Maybe I never knew it. But I think of him on days

Planned Parenthood surgeons deplored the murder of Cecil the Lion. They wonder how a

Widow in a rocker pets her calico cat long strokes slowly. With the cat purring and the widow humming

Far from the city way out in the country a hot afternoon in high summer as we drive down a bumpy road bouncing one mail box past

He remembers loving her lost in an orchard peaches, pears, apricots falling on his head every day

Millie on crutches in the day room tells Fred on his walker to find him.

There are poems everywhere but you have to find them, a teacher told my class long ago. I was a kid sitting at a desk, cowlicks sprouting from my scalp,

America has had presidents who will be remembered as much for what they said as for what they did. Americans will never forget