a haiku
I turn on the news to see who won the game last night but first the scores from hot spots in the city. Two people are killed
On the table by the window balanced on its spine this leaflet butterfly open and still as a
Early evening traffic’s rather heavy. Autos armadillo home along the Outer Drive as out of mouths of buildings
The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year
Sixty years ago, the two of us rode tricycles up a little hill behind our school. Nothing stopped us till
It’s a matter of beans, says Rosie, 79, legally blind, her fingers dancing across a Bible in braille, when a reporter asks her about
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.
His wife takes him to dinner as she always does on his birthday wearing bright red lipstick, a color she detests but he likes.
I take my wife to dinner at a fancy place for us to talk about money because stocks have a virus and we should move
Standing in line behind a father and his little boy waiting to reach the register
Before the Inauguration the man must divest himself of his stocks and bonds close every hotel he owns lay off hundreds of employees
Two old men meet for coffee once a week at a diner while their wives play cribbage. Jim says he has a problem. His wife leaves the water running
You’re standing on a window ledge on the 50th floor of your building… It’s Valentine’s Day in Manhatta… clouds cruising, sun everywhere, a nice breeze tossing your hair,
No more nudes in Playboy according to the anchor on the Nightly News. Playboy has declared nudes passé because
There are Merry-Go-Rounds on Main Street all over America. They hide in storefronts offering payday loans to people who can’t borrow money anywhere else.