The mug of tea I drank at dawn, the tea that drove me to the train needs a refill.

Tim Murnane was born to parents who lived in a small brick bungalow in a lower-middle class neighborhood in Chicago. His father worked as an electrician for Commonwealth Edison Company ...

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

America has no caste system but America has castes. Like every other nation America has its rich and poor with everyone else sardined

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

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

The stench came first, the young man remembers. It was as if someone had grabbed him by the ankles, turned him upside down

All lives matter now unless they’re inconvenient. No room in the womb. Donal Mahoney

The others, of course, are more ra… but less apt to show it. Whenever I strike, I never romp o… I stand with the wrist that I’ve… from the lady locked in my teeth

They’re the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often