Alive just one week, the Luna moth plastered to my screen door under porch light is pale green and beautiful.
The blind artist paints life as he wants it to be a tranquil sky a big sun smiling everyone laughing.
An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble
When you have an hour to live what matters then is Christ in a pyx in the vest pocket
Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master
How many times have I said I’m through teasing myself, through pretending I don’t enjoy the wreath of a woman
On the road all week finally it’s Friday and he’s almost home so he calls his wife and says it will be
Where will the lovely lady go on her diurnal walk? One child in 30 years she bore, now they do not talk. Supple, firm, her lithe legs are,
I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers
Mae mailed Christmas cards today, fewer again this year because death has made her address book a skeleton. She has a son in Russia
On a sunny day in Harvard Yard blonde from Norway weds son of chieftain from Rwanda after
There’s a force that makes a boulder hard to push up a hill. And there’s always a boulder and always a hill when it comes to helping the poor find something
Don’t recall meeting a human being at the megastore staffed by robots in the flesh
Harvey has a special room in the basement that’s always lock… He keeps a safe there, some antiqu… and family memorabilia he fears midnight thieves might steal.
A woman was seated next to me as we waited for the debate to sta… The candidates were late taking th… She said she shouldn’t have come because she couldn’t vote for eith…