Sleet on the turnpike in the middle of the night but I keep driving, both hands on the wheel, nowhere to pull off,

Young Tim goes to Zaire to write his dissertation in African Studies. While there he meets and marries a beautiful librarian

My wife’s amazed when I station myself at the computer writing this or that despite a hound dog

Sometimes you sit for days sucking yourself in praying the right words will fall in your ear toboggan over the whorls

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.

No youngster himself, Fred often… “There are always preludes to hell… For Fred one of those preludes is… the things in life Fred can’t fix.… Another prelude is paying the trad…

You would think you would love a man who died for you and for everyone else, even those who will never know that he did.

Redbud and dogwood have blossomed above the tulips and jonquils wher… Alice’s house used to be. A possum and raccoon nose around where the garage was before the to…

He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, ...

I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome.

Trumpelstiltskin is a fairy tale not written by the Brothers Grimm… It’s written every day by Fox and… America hears it every hour and half the nation loves it

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

Middle of the night someone’s in the house. Can’t be the wife asleep next to you. She’ll be mad