He tried so hard to be everybody’s friend, agreed with everything we said. Some of us liked him, others were indifferent,
My mother always said my father was a little odd and she lived wit… all those years and should have kn… When we were small my sister and… knew he was different. No other fa…
After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she
Old Sam on his deathbed says he’d rewrite his life if he could. He’d do so many things differently… be nice to all his wives if he cou… but luckily they had died before h…
It’s midnight in New York and in this tall building Herb and Molly are in bed making love. Molly is a virgin
He should have married someone, James tells himself at 80 coughing in bed with the flu. He remembers very well that Miranda was a nice girl.
It’s Ramadan and late one evening I walk by a mosque and hear little girls laughing on the sidewalk,
Millie calls the hotel at midnight to tell Willie he didn’t do anythi… It’s the way he didn’t do anything… that’s the problem because a man d… send a girl yellow roses on Valent…
Every day the same play. The moment I rise, the first act begins, the same plot
When a writer lacks verbs and nouns he’s the victim of writer’s block. His mind may house
For some nervous wrecks a pill or two might help. For others
It’s not de rigueur to believe he’s there behind the sun, the stars, the moon watching us
The bog above Bob Gordon’s bog is where they found the body of an older man floating like a canoe among the lily pads. He was covered with crustaceans.
Yes, fifty years ago today it happened. Quite a story. He was your favorite uncle and he liked you a lot too. You were all torn up.
Some things can’t be fixed any other way says Bill in his bedroom on the third floor hoping to get some sleep
