This just in. In metro St. Louis last night a woman gave birth to a boy in the bathroom of her second-floor apartment.

twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job

They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store,

A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,

I should have said yes, meet you anywhere you want for lunch, even that greasy spoon with the lousy chili and corn dogs… Every five years or so we meet

Bill’s been seeing a therapist for years trying to get his life on track but all he talks about is his many regrets in a life

He asked and so I told him. The “cancer” poems stem from cancer in the family. Daughter’s terminal. Son’s a five-year survivor.

You drive down the same country road every day at dawn and see through plumes of dust

If you live in North Dakota it’s hard to get all hot about global warming in the winter while you watch the snow clog your wipers and you

Can you hear me in the bunker, Le… Sorry to hear ISIS has you in a… But I’m delighted to know you’re… camouflaged in your bunker with an… Now you’re telling me ISIS is th…

You find old poems in the attic in a box with the Remington Rand you wrote them on in the Sixties before computers were born. They were published then in little

I met a proper woman in a proper p… on a Monday in Peoria. I was take… she looked like Jackie after Dall… but without the pillbox hat. She was from New York and I was…