If you arrive too early at the public library and stand on the steps with Mabel till the doors open

Dubville used to be a quiet town, not that much was going on. The young would move to the city after high school… The elderly would stay because

There are poems everywhere but you have to find them, a teacher told my class long ago. I was a kid sitting at a desk, cowlicks sprouting from my scalp,

Evil without we worry about but not so much evil within, parent to evil without. Evil within, once called sin,

One has to be careful campaigning door-to-door. One doesn’t know who’s behind any door. Could be someone

Early evening traffic’s rather heavy. Autos armadillo home along the Outer Drive as out of mouths of buildings

This senior citizen whose face is Rushmore still squats with pigeons on the steps of the Rogers Park Masonic Templ… She wears a shawl this snowy day

Neighbors were happy to see Fred and Opal come back for the annual block party. Old Bill asked Fred why they moved and Fred said

On holidays I hear from Paul, who’s 80 if a day, who may have won his war on poverty without help from his friends. He won’t accept a cent.

“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met

In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a group called the Black and Tans. One day he and seven o...

Willie in his 80s now hadn’t made sense in years. His wife understood his grunts from the recliner where she propped him up

Mrs. O’Malley from across the alley has another small job for my father to do which makes my mother