I turn the porch light on at 4 a.m… to see if a miracle’s occurred and the paper’s landed somewhere in the snow blanketing our lawn. Instead I see a clump on the mat

Redbud and dogwood have blossomed above the tulips and jonquils wher… Alice’s house used to be. A possum and raccoon nose around where the garage was before the to…

Ten years later he still mourns the death of his friend, Bill, such a smart man he could talk to

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

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

In a storefront laundry on North Clark Street brown draperies release this quiet man who has my shirts.

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

Woman in a window brushing long hair madly screams at a little boy down in the street licking an ice cream cone

It was nearly midnight and I was driving home after a long day when I realized there was no cat food in the house and I would be facing the same trio of feral cats bright and early at t...

I have a friend, old and retired, who keeps busy helping the poor. Let’s call him Ted because he wants to remain anonymous. Some of his ideas, he says, wouldn’t make many of his neighbo...

Christmas lights ring the house and carols play. Todd decorates his grand Victorian

Jack, age 6, loves the iPad he uses in kindergarten. He already navigates the net to some degree. But when he accompanied his father to the Post Office, he sat quietly on a bench and re...

The two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way,