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

Alive just one week, the Luna moth plastered to my screen door under porch light is pale green and beautiful.

An odd bobcat my father was looked more like a Siamese asleep in his recliner

Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers

Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple

When the president speaks from the podium and mentions the 20 children shot to death at Sandy Hook by a lunatic with a rifle,

Some folks have a problem with aut… legitimate and otherwise, and I ha… a lifetime festering in that group… An event in youth convinced me tha… big people are no different than l…

Officer Burks brings Max the Bloodhound into the alley and Max immediately strains at his leash.

This was the first Christmas Billy was old enough to speak when he saw his gifts under the sparkling tree. His parents were waiting

After the poetry reading the lights go on and a lady under a big hat rises behind dark sunglasses and asks the poet why

I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city

We worry so much because we’re nice people. We want to find a way to feed the poor house the poor

Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master