Carnage rolls across the sand amid the silence of imams Women raped,

They were refugees, too, back in the Forties, settled in Chicago, learned English, some a lot, some a little,

Before dawn Bill stoops under crimson leaves of the low-hanging Japanese Maple

Old Tim drove 600 miles back home to his shed in the woods a month after burying his wife up north in the city where they me… more than 60 years ago.

On holidays I hear from Paul, who’s 80 if a day, who may have won his war on poverty without help from his friends. He won’t accept a cent.

In our tent we hear whippoorwills happy to see dawn dismiss the night Donal Mahoney

When he was just a boy, they took him to the dump to scavenge, bits of metal, any food that might be eaten. When he became a man,

It’s outpatient surgery and she’s running late trying to catch a spider in the kitchen sink. Wants to carry it outside

My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6:30 Mass where few people would be and he wouldn’t have to deal with friends and neighbors. His contrib...

Sometimes an egg comes out of a chicken Sometimes a poem comes out of a title Sometimes a chicken

I sit here at peace and mind my own business and hope for a butterfly. I never take one out of the air. I paint only the flight of the but…

Some things can’t be fixed any other way says Bill in his bedroom on the third floor hoping to get some sleep