In the glow of the porch light one moth a final fandango nowhere to go
No red kettles and bells this December outside the stores at the mall in our suburbs this year. They irritate shoppers,
Each morning I step from the train and march with the others leaving the station. The weatherman’s warned of rain
For years Rocky’s Diner had always done a great business for breakfast and lunch but his dinner business had fallen off recently as folks moved to the suburbs, got married, died or simp...
I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers
We’re upset when vandals desecrate a cemetery and disrespect the dead not so much when doctors vandalize the womb
You start by throwing things out packing things that will fit in a smaller place, selling stuff that won’t, ignoring the birds because the seed’s run out
A reporter asked Wilbur once if there were any advantages to being deaf and Wilbur used sign language to say not that he could think of
An odd bobcat my father was looked more like a Siamese asleep in his recliner
Old Yoshiko in Tokyo can’t sleep because her husband snores so she sits in her kimono and eats a few rice cakes with a few sips of saké.
Sixty years ago, the two of us rode tricycles up a little hill behind our school. Nothing stopped us till
Harley turned 70 the other day and died riding his motorcycle through a pink dawn,
Snow on Christmas Day. As I walk out with bird seed birds cry Santa’s here. Donal Mahoney
Tea in the afternoon with his wife of many years is usually peaceful, Hubert thinks before he makes his announcement. Then he says it. “I’m going upstairs,” Hubert tells Ruth as he hois...
Please tell me if I’m right about what you just told me. You say he came to Earth, died for me, rose from the dead