Many decades ago when I was a kid we always expected rain at 3 p.m. on Good Friday said to be the hour
Thunder and lightning at first, as I understand it, and then the moon will split in half and disappear and the stars will go dark
Old Sam on his deathbed says he’d rewrite his life if he could. He’d do so many things differently… be nice to all his wives if he cou… but luckily they had died before h…
Black lives matter in different ways to different people in the American rainbow especially bus companies
Find the book and blow the dust off. It’s somewhere in the house.
Both of them had been to Korea. Both of them had made it back. One found a job
Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird
After services on Sunday the old Marlboro man puts his Bible under his arm and talks to his pastor through a hole in his neck.
The ancient man with raspberry hives on his cheeks since childhood will live alone
If one could store them in the attic without stir and turn to other things, to picking fruit, perhaps, or seeding it, one could afford
Departures from the norm we are. Not just you and me but
Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,
Sometimes an egg comes out of a chicken Sometimes a poem comes out of a title Sometimes a chicken
They have a few bucks, the 62 richest billionaires in the… The Big 62 have half as much weal… as the bottom half of the world’s… according to Oxfam International.
You find old poems in the attic in a box with the Remington Rand you wrote them on in the Sixties before computers were born. They were published then in little