Let’s not worry about it, Dearie, life gets better, life gets worse. We’re no different than the seasons of the year except we’re luckier than most having

Some emails are more difficult to receive from a child long out of college

The man in the ER, sutured and bandaged, told the nurse there wasn’t anyone she could call to give him a lift home.

A student asks the old poet why he has spent so many years writing. The old poet says no one’s asked him that before. He needs a minute to answer.

Only the blind man with his leader dog and tapping cane stops when the homeless man standing near the curb

In America we say we get the government we deserve. That’s been true for the past eight years.

The scruffy old man and his white poodle on a long red leash were neighborhood icons years ago down at the corner

They had things in common, Paul and June, at an age when most boys and girls don’t and maybe that’s why they were the only couple in sixth grade dating, if you can call it that. This wa...

You have to have regulations in any industry, the hog farmer told the slaughter house CEO visiting his farm that day. Otherwise raising hogs

Fred and Martha have always voted the same way since their marriage long ago but not this time and Fred wondered why Martha was voting the other way

In a long marriage couples communicate in so many ways, often in silence. In recent years I rise very early and now leave post-it notes

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…

No red kettles and bells this December outside the stores at the mall in our suburbs this year. They irritate shoppers,

In your mind you hear words snarling all day long but no poem arrives. The words are locked

You think it’s easy, embalming bodies in these nightmares I have every night, bodies a vulture