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

So this Mick on the next stool, who’s as serious as Yeats but looks like Wilde, stares at me, with eyes crossed,

The poor are hungry in America. Their numbers would fill stadiums throughout this prosperous land. And feral cats are running wild, eating songbirds in our yards,

I used to be flexible about meetings at work. Change the hour of a meeting, no problem for me.

Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.

Christmas is now the Holidays. But Hanukkah is still Hanukkah and Ramadan is still Ramadan. Easter still has its name. The media needs more time

If a marriage doesn’t work out you get a divorce and look for someone else. If a poem doesn’t work out you put it in a folder and

Jim Clowes had a red '53 Ford that looked terrible. The paint on the car was almost all gone, although there were still patches of paint mixed with patches of rust. The clunker was an u...

I started reading the paper early in grammar school to find the sports scores. It was fun for a child hoping to play

In St. Louis young blacks carry guns like cell phones and use them often to shoot each other, as we read in the daily paper

Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,

How many times have I said I’m through teasing myself, through pretending I don’t enjoy the wreath of a woman

An hour before dawn the paper is out on the lawn white in the moonlight a trumpet dozing after a long night in a jazz bar

My wife likes to garden. She’s crazy about roses, lilies and daisies. She says I should get out in the garden and weed.