A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds,

It’s never what she says always how she says it and how she stands when she says it and what she says

In that backyard three small trash cans had their place next to each other against the house.

My parents were far from preachy. They went to church separately and I went to the children’s service

Being poor on our patch of land was better than being poor all the years I’ve lived in the ci… We had a couple of cows, a rooster and seven hens.

Leaves on a Japanese Maple dance auburn in the wind remind me of that mother crossing Michigan Avenue before the light changes

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

We are to each other now many decades later what we were the day we got married, a couple at the kitchen table on

Harry and Grace had a carousel of marriage while it lasted. There were arguments galore and children by the score or so the neighbors thought

I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me right away and say he didn’t hate the English. Truth be to...

A homeless man hangs himself from a tree at night in the city to close out the year. At dawn a passerby uses

On Saturday mornings several bowed citizens gather on the sidewalk outside the clinic to read the Bible and pray.

The tale’s a parable and it scares Bill more than any creepy clown hiding behind a tree