Linda’s an animal person who puts her money where her mouth is, owns a ranch outside the city and takes in kittens, puppies, birds that

Tattoos were anathema in ‘52 on any man who got one after an all-night drunk or to impress a girlfriend. But not a word was spoken to

If the greatest of these is charit… then tell me again why it’s gauche if this young man in a booth at a bar

Jimmy and Billy, two young men in kindergarten, went home from school every day just before noon. They lived in a small town in Nebraska, in the middle of farm country. It was the 1950s...

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.

Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,

Bill would come every Sunday to his mother’s house after a tough divorce. He’d bring his laundry for his mother to do and then he’d devour the roast beef dinner she always made for him....

Planned Parenthood surgeons deplored the murder of Cecil the Lion. They wonder how a

Around his navel this morning a halo, a red stipple Hopkins would love: “Glory be to God for dappled thin… It’s a gift from this woman

It was an ancient city. All the young people left as soon as they could but the old remained in their mortgaged huts

The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more

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

Virgil comes to group therapy every week in his pick-up truck with his dog, Buster, standing in the bed of the truck. The sessions are held for veterans of Korea and Vietnam. Quite a fe...

She lives by a lake. After a heavy snow she looks out the window and sees black swans in a long, straight line

Where I live the press says teen use of heroin is epidemic. I thought an epidemic was a widespread disease afflicting thousands caught in