Years ago they came from many plac… to study writing at a university in the middle of America surrounded by lush corn fields. They worked hard, became friends,
A group of older men gather once a week to talk about life after a heart attack. Old Len chews tobacco still and tells jokes in a voice so low
Months roar by like weeks and weeks disappear like days, two coots in a bar admit on New Year’s Eve, reminiscing over a beer
Young Tim goes to Zaire to write his dissertation in African Studies. While there he meets and marries a beautiful librarian
Raul is a kind man who plays marimba in a salsa band at LA clubs late into the night. Some afternoons he plays
The beauty of gray I never noticed until the other day I saw this mockingbird, a quiet beauty in gray,
I started reading the paper early in grammar school to find the sports scores. It was fun for a child hoping to play
After Yeats and Heaney, you wonder when the new one will come galloping out of Dublin or perhaps from yet another farm
The stench came first, the young man remembers. It was as if someone had grabbed him by the ankles, turned him upside down
She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place
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.
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
It’s Ramadan and late one evening I walk by a mosque and hear little girls laughing on the sidewalk,
There’s a moral to this story. Police in St. Louis have arrested a teen for felony auto theft. They asked her why she did it. She said the owners didn’t
Were she here with me now, by the waist I would raise her, a chalice of wonder. I’d bellow hosannas and whirl her around,