When my neighbor told me over the fence a month ago the doctor said she had two years to live,

Anyone might have what you need if she’s choice in your eye. She can be big or small provided she has

Black flag on the lawn falls in pieces from the sky. Starlings in command. Donal Mahoney

Raul is a kind man who plays marimba in a salsa band at LA clubs late into the night. Some afternoons he plays

If he were perfect he wouldn’t be Dan the Handyman, laying tile in crooked rows,

I like to watch master chefs on television do their thing. My favorite is Jacques Pépin when he has to chop an onion. No one chops an onion faster.

After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet

“Screw the Vernal Equinox” is all Cootie Kelly ever says sitting triumphant with his foaming glass of Guinness on the last stool at Maggie’s

Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.

You’re an old man in a nice suit and tie out with your wife at a fancy function with nice people

It’s war plain and simple when I fill the feeder out in the sycamore with millet and niger