It’s a small backyard I’ve watched for years from an upstairs window while chained to a computer. Whatever the weather

If the poor we will always have with us, then the rich we will have with us as well. Our system gives birth to both. Greed is part of man’s nature,

You have to have regulations in any industry, the hog farmer told the slaughter house CEO visiting his farm that day. Otherwise raising hogs

If he were in high school they’d call him a bully and take him to the principal’s office for counseling.

I’m on my way to Larry’s Place, a food pantry in the city. I park a block away because parking in front of Larry’s isn’t wise even if one drives

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 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

If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving

Don’t recall meeting a human being at the megastore staffed by robots in the flesh

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

Should she write about the wonders of nature and say it’s okay to lie on the beach forever without any sunscreen

The average man looks at himself in the mirror 23 times a day, the average woman 16 times a British survey reports. Men look to “admire” themselves,

A row of lilacs covered with a summer snow. Ten white butterflies.\ Donal Mahoney

Two old men meet for coffee once a week at a diner while their wives play cribbage. Jim says he has a problem. His wife leaves the water running