It’s climate change, the professor says, that’s causing all the hurricanes and floods, wildfires and tornadoes,

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.

We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the diner who think our past lives are interesting. So when the two o...

She lives by a lake. After a heavy snow she looks out the window and sees black swans in a long, straight line

Long article in the paper this morning stops Tim from gobbling his bacon and eggs. Bears are starving in the woods. Too many cubs, too little food.

It’s a matter of beans, says Rosie, 79, legally blind, her fingers dancing across a Bible in braille, when a reporter asks her about

If you write with a quill, ballpoint pen or typewriter, you’re a lucky soul. But if you use a computer and write far better than

Do I write in the third person or only in the first? Do my ideas reign supreme or do other ideas work as well? Do I know I’m always right

You’re an old man in a nice suit and tie out with your wife at a fancy function with nice people

It’s an old clock hanging on a wall in a small room on the third floor. We go up there

Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,